This is a song about "English"

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

He was very clever in english science and math

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

If she don't speak english she can't say no, and it's only stealing if you're fucking a ho.

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

I hated school till i realised english had poetry,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

His english was slurred so i didn't understand him fully.

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Your false persona while i'm on ya baby's c "bbc" like the english channel

Where did you learn english because i'm concerned,

I'm not saying i'm going to change the world

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Your an insurgent an i'm a english sniper,