This is a song about "Boys in my college think they so bad"

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

I stay in the shower for so long to get the bad thoughts out of my head

So they think about ending it/

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

Take your hat off and get to cuttin: kung lao on that bitch

Stressin to become the first in my fam to go to college/

And you wonder why you,can never seem to get a piece of the american pie dude

In my own group, i ball so hard the they dont think but know im kobe, im drainin every hoop,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Always keepin a bad hoe in my circle

Is it my fault that my parents did not go to college?

Left my home alone, you can call me macaulay bitch

My white ho gonna to college,

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch

Hit my peak, think i need a drink, cotton so bad call me joe. twist those bags rollin in dough.

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row