This is a song about "Teachers are"

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Fucking around in class teachers thinking i'm an imbecile

I lack jungle fever, had to black for the sneakers

I mean look at my features, educated my teachers

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

She was confused because i am usually a teachers pet

Yet the teachers complain because their teaching our future

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Wear sunnies all day so the teachers couldn't tell

Threw 70 bands, bet 50 stacks, oh fuckin well

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

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

At monster madness doing drive by's on a fucking fixie bike