This is a song about "French teachers"

They always called me tripod in school, even the teachers be like

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

You're gonna have to pardon my french, mr. englishman

No longer the person teachers adore

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

Fucking teachers, what the fuck is wrong with y'all

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

I’m tryna be low key

Teachers said that i was lazy

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

Teachers do is tell us what to do

I'll tell you baby that we're through

And all these teachers treat us like some fools

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes