This is a song about "Puking on a teacher"

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Just all them fucking low life teacher ways.

The teacher looked over her class one day

And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay

And yes i am the teacher class sit on down/ take yah pens out/ n jot this down/

I ain't gonna have ya try ta have you play me like a silly clown

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I'd run myself over, but there needs to be a teacher

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

The teacher begins passing out the tests

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Wait, hold up teacher lookin' over my shoulder/

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

On my face for dating my school's bio teacher what a mistress