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

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

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

I was wrong, i miss my mom, it's hard to remain calm.

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

We getting money, you can face the facts

But fuck that, i aint bout to miss my fucking chance

Oh i miss you to much

So y'all can cope n' touch

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

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

I am going to have to learn how to keep my temper

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

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

But i aint going to kill myself, i aint going to kill my health,

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus