'cuz my motherfuckin' parents are too poor to pay for college,
And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch
Defeated, beaten by these demons in a bottle
I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental
A dog nigga, ballin' bitch
My white ho gonna to college,
Pops gave me the juice now im killing the bottle
That means i wear a suit and bend the truth and feel awful
Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch
Those people don't get a chance, but the electoral college,
Or medicine in a green bottle
They just need convincing like malcolm little
Is it the money or my marriage or media peace
Drinking bottle after bottle erasing bad memories
Times in this crime land, my thug nation
//college rules man, get your education
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