This is a song about "8 th grade science teacher"

I spit the message, get across the truth, drop the science,

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

So here i am at the store for some chips

Cause they can test animals for science

Cause that shit just ain’t gonna change

It feels like december 8th

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,

But she forgot about the golden rule

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

Talk sharp like a razor blade

You can't face th' brutal honest

If you feel it, it must be real just

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Motherfuckers been knowin' i'm ill and drop the science,