This is a song about "Teachers are dum"

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

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride

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

Now, shorty this is what i'mma need from you

Silent momentman, i been missing you

Teachers do is tell us what to do

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Yet the teachers complain because their teaching our future

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

I never quit never fell ,i became a rap master,oh ya well last massage to teachers

Clocks tick backwards for hours as teachers stand rhyming in reverse,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

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

Teachers giving lectures

Know just what you worth