This is a song about "English teachers"

Preachers and teachers, who you think they speakin' to?

Cause i can always see the farthest stars when i'm on you

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

I hated school till i realised english had poetry,

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

He was very clever in english science and math

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

Slappin' teachers and jackin' off in front of my counselors

Half a millie on the road, y'all relyin on features

Teaching y'all the lessons neglected by the teachers

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

And all these teachers treat us like some fools