This is a song about "Teachers are"

Teachers do is tell us what to do

I'm after you bringing traffic through

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

Girls will love you for your cross they ain't jesus lovers

No longer the person teachers adore

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

She was confused because i am usually a teachers pet

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

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

Fucking around in class teachers thinking i'm an imbecile

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

But i pull 'em up when i'm passing teachers just in case

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

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