This is a song about "School and hating teachers"

There's peace-hating freemasons living in each state and,

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

Teachers say i'm just searching for attention and alibi.

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

And through the years ive been steadily hating my peers

School was a bummer; all the teachers act with high notoriety

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

And even your friends at school.

And they just hating me when they plainly see

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

I get up every day and go to school

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

So why are you waiting you can't keep hating and masturbating while