This is a song about "Teacher ass"

But my junior year english teacher portrayed

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

Let me be your rap teacher

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

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

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

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

You gotta let these shits go, man

The teacher told him he can

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

The teacher looked over her class one day

Then some lady named billie holiday

The teacher looked over her class one day