This is a song about "College bottle"

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

Thats why sometimes i smoke and hit the bottle

They just need convincing like malcolm little

Second guessed it as i grew into an adult nearing college

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

We don't need y'all, the fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

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

When the job are scarce and you mind lacks college

They vaguely decipher my language

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Pops gave me the juice now im killing the bottle

Jt: i'mma be the syrup, she can be my waffle

Defeated, beaten by these demons in a bottle

And college we gave yal that sensation…

My talent should take me places i've never been