This is a song about "Teachers diss"

No longer the person teachers adore

Of impactful things one can ask for

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

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

Don't realize this is a diss

Spit a poem or a diss

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

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

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

Teachers stay bitching, cause i stay skipping

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Fucking around in class teachers thinking i'm an imbecile

You see, them other guys pay their mind to your physical features

I mean look at my features, educated my teachers