This is a song about "Trill life yah yah"

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

But lil yah-yah was stubborn, yo he did not listen,

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

Yah i got the mostly deadly and sick verse,

What we gotta do to survive

Talkin bout that trill life

Gotta finish this verse, can't write it downearly flight now i'm out of town

And yes i am the teacher class sit on down/ take yah pens out/ n jot this down/

Got that best body yah i love her figure,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Its aiming right at yah and coming in full force

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

Then i might have to redirect where my missiles were aimed...

Evertime i see yah face,i just wanna give them lips a taste,