This is a song about "Teachers are bitches"

Bitches are only problems, no answer to these equations.

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

Shittin' on bitches like my fetishes are german,

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

You've heard from rags to riches, fake rappers are bitches

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Those bitches are on standby gasping fucking breathlessly,

No longer the person teachers adore

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

I mean look at my features, educated my teachers