This is a song about "Dear teacher"

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

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

Just all them fucking low life teacher ways.

And i got them gold bottles, first place

People love hodgy i hate you though

Dear lord forgive me forgive me oh

Dear me, in about ten years

3m's on my new balance

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

Come to d.c. and i can make you a believer

Wait, hold up teacher lookin' over my shoulder/

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

My knees on the ground, dear father

Regardless to all them, i appease her

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

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year