This is a song about "Teachers and hoes"

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

We don't care if niggas locked out

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

And you faker than willy wonkareal shit, i told you

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

The teachers try to send you out and hang me in

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win