This is a song about "Teachers sign stuff"

Every punch need line, for every dollar sign,

Letting off two different choppers at the same damn time

Or now they don't praise enough

I got glasses to see stuff,

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

You feel anguish here's the sign

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

He's the one doing his stuff

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Teachers said that i was lazy

Damn man that's some good stuff

Hop off the bus

I mean look at my features, educated my teachers

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

List includes everyone who seeks his new stuff

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough