This is a song about "Old english 40 s"

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Can't finish meal gotta english feel

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

I told her all about how we been living a lie

I hated school till i realised english had poetry,

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

Welcome to the dirty south,we don't have 40's it's a 30 ounce

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

He was very clever in english science and math