This is a song about "College and fucking bitches"

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

And college is a scheme, a cog in the machine

When the job are scarce and you mind lacks college

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

And even before i go to college,

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Pills turn to crack and a buncha madness no college classes

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

The fucking college trying to rip me off

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

I got a green bag with them blue strands

My mom is scolding me again for fucking bitches

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

10 kids will go to college and 8 will drop out

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought