This is a song about "Teachers are dicks"

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

What you do ain't even called sucking each other's dicks

If i sent my dad letters

Teachers giving lectures

Ain't riding, dicks so stop, siding, don't swap

Trying to get his life together, or what not

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

No longer the person teachers adore

Then i stabbed in their dicks

All green nigga pick six

Let me hear that beat, air

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Triple six for the niggas that's hopping on dicks

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids