This is a song about "Stupid teachers"

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

And all these teachers treat us like some fools

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

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

Teachers come to the door with a warrant

Secret society all we ask is trust

Wear sunnies all day so the teachers couldn't tell

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

They always called me tripod in school, even the teachers be like

I can't believe i fell for his stupid act- this stupid trap-

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

Fucking teachers, what the fuck is wrong with y'all

My rap does sound stupid,

I'm stuck with that