This is a song about "Psychotic teachers"

Teachers said that i was lazy

Bait baby, wait baby

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

Till there's nothing left, but a psychotic grin

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

And all these teachers treat us like some fools

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

Crazy,psychotic or even insane

My diamonds talk for me they say hi can i meet you

Preachers and teachers, who you think they speakin' to?

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Teachers teach you but leave out the important stuff

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Yet the teachers complain because their teaching our future

Teachers come to the door with a warrant

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt