This is a song about "Teachers are"

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Yet the teachers complain because their teaching our future

Teachers teach you but leave out the important stuff

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Teachers stay bitching, cause i stay skipping

I was born to do the damn thing

They always called me tripod in school, even the teachers be like

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

And i get it cheaper, i cop bricks like sneakers

Teaching y'all the lessons neglected by the teachers

Fuck cops, fuck teachers wondering if i've hit maturity

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Teachers come to the door with a warrant

With such an ugly picture in it and

There's nothing man made than can make it just you

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