This is a song about "My teacher to"

You know...you know who you are

Let me be your rap teacher

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Once i get to last period the teacher talks to us about life skills

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

The teacher looked over her class one day

If you out there let me hear you say

So as your teacher im going to talk to like im a preacher,

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Punched the teacher out like pow, he jumped my ass with some cleats

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

The teacher begins passing out the tests

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends