This is a song about "Augustana college"

I can't hear you little niggas in ibiza bitch

Maybe it's because i probably won't go to college,

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

But girl i'm in college, baby i can't see you.

He been waiting for his connection to come

Leave you like college girl - drunk and droolin'

'cuz my motherfuckin' parents are too poor to pay for college,

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

Like college professors the way i teach lessons,

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Fantasizing about the fountains, i have better ideas, why fuck it with college/

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Me and my affiliates the hottest in the city bitch

Those people don't get a chance, but the electoral college,