This is a song about "Dear teacher"

But my junior year english teacher portrayed

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

My knees on the ground, dear father

And then along came the wrong man for her

Dear dad a failure of patience/ congratulations/ my observations serve me well/

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

Dear me, in about ten years

One through six yeah that's all gears

You is not hip then i can not coach her

I'm just a leader but don't call me teacher

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

Dear future in my mind all i see is you

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Fucked up preacher fuck all world religion my life is a fucking teacher

Far from an overnight achiever, cole is like the leader