This is a song about "Professor"

I'm the greatest prophesying professor, nutter

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Go back to your dresser, i'll examine you, i'm a lyrical professor,

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Clever like an elderly professor/in a university lecture

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Huh, i can't interpret her

Cause im a swag professor

I'm smarter than a professor dressed from head to toe in tweed,

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Clyde drexler, before the hood got dribbled niggas right up on the stretcher

All right, they call me the professor, but you can call me your successor

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

You are my alchemist, female professor croll

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

And listen to the class professor/