This is a song about "Rap about missing your teacher"

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Covered in blood from top to waist raped missing all of your face/

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

You don't want rap about drugs or liquor?

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Let me be your rap teacher

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Point being don't rap about problems, rap about solving them

Tried to yank my chain now your missing a tooth

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

And i can admire your body but your mind is much deeper

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

Go where you ain't been

About your condition,

I'm all about the art of rap/ i'll knock off your starter cap

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that