This is a song about "An english teacher going away"

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

So as your teacher im going to talk to like im a preacher,

I hated school till i realised english had poetry,

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Can't finish meal gotta english feel

A born starter, in the game for real

Cause since you took away my trust fund i'm stuck paying an interest on my student loan

Loaded by my bedside crazyjealous when you hang with the fellas, i wait patiently alone

That i'll be going away

But i ain't get to see you today

Knock knock, who there? houdini dissappeargot green, john deere. more green, paul pierce

Follow me i know my way out of here we aint going away for no years