This is a song about "English you"

Straight bad bitches i run, through

No thank you, just fuck you,

What preceded was the clue

Yes,it's you. rap beats you.

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

I hated school till i realised english had poetry,

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

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

But my junior year english teacher portrayed

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

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

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

You know that i love you

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky