This is a song about "Professor"

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

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Making love to a professor of divinity

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

I'm the greatest prophesying professor, nutter

Clever like an elderly professor/in a university lecture

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

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

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

Clever like an elderly professor/in a university lecture

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

You are my alchemist, female professor croll

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll