This is a song about "Teacher i hate"

The answer is the lord like saturday night fever

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

The teacher finally got to me and i started to sweat

Redbox flow and i do not date

Golly wolly i, still hear the hate

Once i get to last period the teacher talks to us about life skills

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Shit, there ain't no telling

I hate the condescending