This is a song about "Hot teacher"

Hating the picture in the mirrorthey claim we inferior

I'd run myself over, but there needs to be a teacher

As i coordinate the perfect feature

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

Now my shit is like a crip sneaker

I'm just a leader but don't call me teacher

Move like i’m walking with an open case

Just all them fucking low life teacher ways.

I though i was red hot

That's how i got the weed spot

Morty let me use the maybach back in may

The teacher looked over her class one day

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

I killed the new generation, teacher should of left me in detention,

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass