This is a song about "Teachers and hoes"

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Don't you dare play dirty don't you be teachers pet and nice

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

And tarnished image of cool teachers suddenly abloish rules

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Preachers and teachers, who you think they speakin' to?

Meek milly racked up racked out

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,