This is a song about "Teachers diss"

Teachers do is tell us what to do

The game is to be sold not told, so fuck you

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Teaching y'all the lessons neglected by the teachers

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight

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

Cause bitch, i'm big business

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Bullies were first next were the teachers then later to the principal

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

I mean look at my features, educated my teachers

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Teachers come to the door with a warrant

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

And all these teachers treat us like some fools