This is a song about "Campus"

You just tokin so much

Uh ha, you know what

She told me erything is real

Whirlwind in my halls/ falls here/

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

In the window, through the hall, up the stair way to your door

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

Hopefully i can get in the hip-hop hall of fame

Pinning and sticks in its ways

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Ive got to much anger

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Go cop the 3.6 and meet my name on the deans list

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Boys stoppin me in the hall and theyer saying hey g