This is a song about "Mean teacher"

So i guess that's where i hide my things

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

Wait, hold up teacher lookin' over my shoulder/

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

The teacher finally got to me and i started to sweat

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

And i mean it (and i mean it)

Then play you all my latest shit

I wish i had a teacher

I am the sole leader

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

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

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

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