This is a song about "Diss on cooking teacher"

Sitting on the bed while they cooking up that coke

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

Cause you are on the diss,

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

You say i'm in the kitchen.. cooking up shit to splinter creeps

On a dope remix shout out to tyga, no diss on the net i saw yo girl chyna's vagina

Buried in the everglades,there featherweights,im unmatched in passion and this is how a

A whole diss on gays and what they do wrong

Often wonder to myself where the day's gone

But my junior year english teacher portrayed

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

I wish i had a teacher

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

You're uncool like my mother kin

Or be real good at cooking