This is a song about "Talking back to teacher"

But you wasn't talking reckless bout the police back then

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Sitting here spitting these words talking to birds

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Man its fine ill be good in the morning got some women who are dyin to performing

I perspire too often i require an option to retire to talking

Heres to the kids who didnt let the teacher call them clueless

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

I write my test and pass it in to the teacher

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Once i get to last period the teacher talks to us about life skills

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Yer dont worry im not talking to you

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo