This is a song about "Teacher i hate"

When the club gets played

Its the things that i hate

If they hate, let 'em hate, i drop ya whole clan

You always say you wasn't ready for no man

Uh, for worse or for better

And i hate the chilly weather

I was born to do the damn thing

I hate the condescending

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

Every teacher always wondered why i was the quiet one

I hate being sober

Its four now, the clubs over

The teacher finally got to me and i started to sweat

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met