This is a song about "English essay"

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

I hated school till i realised english had poetry,

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

That's why you cautious when i approached youbeen talking since you arrived, but not a word is spoken

Just earlier i took the essay part of exam, in it is the given prompt, it was a well written poem

Your an insurgent an i'm a english sniper,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

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

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

But my junior year english teacher portrayed

You fool this is a battle,fuck youre writing an essay?

What you calla lifetime, i just call a long day