This is a song about "Teachers and hoes"

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

Girl you're my reflection, all i see is you

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

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

High on loud when i be ridin' out

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

In front of our building, they was my heroes

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

Redan road, that’s my street

And imma make these hoes bleed

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

The teachers try to send you out and hang me in