This is a song about "Hot teacher"

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

I write my test and pass it in to the teacher

Now my shit is like a crip sneaker

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

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

Every teacher always wondered why i was the quiet one

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Ya'll are the students and i'm the rap teacher

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,

My records sell, yes sir

Let me be your rap teacher

And give a fuck about what the teacher tryna instruct

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Heres to the kids who didnt let the teacher call them clueless