This is a song about "Teachers die in hell"

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Will i die in my sleep or will i die of cancer

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

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

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

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

You just working with the scraps you was given

The teachers try to send you out and hang me in

While in hell there's no angels for me

This is like riding through the city

Wake da fuck up,solder!tonight we'll have dinner in hell!

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

Instead of the asylum i was somewhere in hell

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

Leaving them to die in spite

Which you know i'm different, right