This is a song about "Sicknen teachers"

Smoking skunky weed, my nigga got caught by some teachers

Penalty your leadership critiquing me some from the bleachers

Teachers said that i was lazy

My lady, my baby

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

For real, how come the teachers of certain morals have failed

Fuck cops, fuck teachers wondering if i've hit maturity

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Clocks tick backwards for hours as teachers stand rhyming in reverse,

Don't fuck around and make it true

Teachers do is tell us what to do

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Teachers come to the door with a warrant

Slappin' teachers and jackin' off in front of my counselors

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse