This is a song about "Indian teacher"

Come to d.c. and i can make you a believer

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

It's moe, all i need is more chips

I'm a teacher, i'm a bad influence.

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,

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

Ugh vizion, told me that hes indian, but its pretty obvious wwhen you see his greasy hair,

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Watch your body turn indian red,

The ice ain't really nothing to her

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

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

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either