This is a song about "Sick teacher"

Let me be your rap teacher

Well, that's what you are

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

The teacher told him he can

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I killed the new generation, teacher should of left me in detention,

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

I'm a teacher, i'm a bad influence.

Or any type of suitable living condition listen

Every teacher always wondered why i was the quiet one

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

Just all them fucking low life teacher ways.

This is no trial, this a closed case

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for