This is a song about "Diss my math teacher"

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

So these are my real diss bars, now come at me cunt

Punched the teacher out like pow, he jumped my ass with some cleats

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

I'm a #scientist scoping in my meth lab, skip #math,

I like my bitches good at math

Cause you're most likely to crash

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,

I've seen niggas loose cool, niggas leave school

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

I write my test and pass it in to the teacher

You were still ducking running hiding from my previous diss

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

At school my teacher would try to plant seeds of wisdom,