This is a song about "Dear teacher"

But my junior year english teacher portrayed

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

I'm a teacher, i'm a bad influence.

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Wait, hold up teacher lookin' over my shoulder/

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Dear god, can you forgive my selfish ways?

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Your last man was semi pro

Dear lord forgive me forgive me oh

I ain't hear you clear

Queer, i'm not into you dear

Dear me, in about ten years

But this ain't physics or rocket science