This is a song about "English week"

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

I hated school till i realised english had poetry,

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

I'm looking like a zombie, haven't slept in a whole week

Unbeatable in english, hit the gym and lyrically display math

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

Screwed in spanish, english, and religion and its just a coincidence

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Three lunch boxes a week,

I pray the lord my guns to keep

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Knees week, arms are sturdy

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty