This is a song about "English"

We both teenagers with the same mind state

But my junior year english teacher portrayed

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

Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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

Made logically because he came outta school failing english, maths and biology

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Your an insurgent an i'm a english sniper,

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

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