This is a song about "Teacher and student"

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

Teacher asked you a question and you pissed your pants like swimmin in pools

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

It was a former student that used to be a guy, a self-taught that didn't care

Ya'll are the students and i'm the rap teacher

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

In the jungle, i planned on the keeper

I write my test and pass it in to the teacher

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

The teacher begins passing out the tests

Just all them fucking low life teacher ways.

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

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

And give a fuck about what the teacher tryna instruct