This is a song about "Mg teacher"

I write my test and pass it in to the teacher

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

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

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Every teacher always wondered why i was the quiet one

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Wait, hold up teacher lookin' over my shoulder/

And there's little to be glad for

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

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

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

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie