This is a song about "Retiring middle school computer teacher"

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Moron spitting bars behind his computer screen

I got computer technology inside of my dome

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

It's the middle, the middle

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound

Just a couple more months then middle school bound

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

High school now, fuck middle school now im lifted, gifted, on a pedestal,

Yea it look official

Peace out, salute with my middle

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

At school my teacher would try to plant seeds of wisdom,

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Confusion fills like listening to a school teacher advanced