This is a song about "My middle school teacher said to me i ll never be shit"

Nigga there is a difference between bitches and real women

At school my teacher would try to plant seeds of wisdom,

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Let me be your rap teacher

I pipe in and one night her

Yo, this one goes out to all my haters that said i never could. let me tell you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool

Just to hear real music i went back to middle school

I stand in the middle of my bedroom for about two minutes to be wide awake

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

My salute to you i raise the middle

People would look at me in disgust, while i was on the bus to my school

A straight road with loops but its enough to screw you fool 'cause my flow is too cool/