This is a song about "What s wrong with you"

Fucking teachers, what the fuck is wrong with y'all

Y'all the truth, got a connection with you all

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

With all that shit on me you could never go wrong

It's funny how pucci made all the snakes gone

But now i ask "what's wrong with you?"

What preceded was the clue

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

Like i showed you the puzzle with your piece in the wrong place

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

That´s not what we taught you, you swore an oath