This is a song about "Psychotic teachers"

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

They start turning psychotic

Teachers come to the door with a warrant

Hoping wes snipes make my life a bit different

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

But i pull 'em up when i'm passing teachers just in case

Teachers teach you but leave out the important stuff

My bitch is the type of bitch that niggas wanna cuff

Crazy,psychotic or even insane

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Teachers giving lectures

Know just what you worth

My weapons and red hands express i'm psychotic,

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

Yet the teachers complain because their teaching our future

Keep the digital ruler at arm's length of the ruger