This is a song about "I m going to miss my students"

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

I knew for sure that my father was going to hell.

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

The voice inside my head (i miss you, i miss you)

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

This shit is an explicit advanced maneuver, your verse is nothin but manure,

I have to bleed a bucket full, my life is a movie rated m for mature.

Bt i m still writing my rap which is lyrical and melodious....

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

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

I miss my cable tv

Tell em they close to stevie