This is a song about "College boys"

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

Visualizing being a college graduate,

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

Odd future wolf gang like they're filmin' twilight in this bitch

Collabs i write are "dope" to me, even though there's no points,

The dirty south boys,i just thank god i made it out boys,

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

Simply out of this world by choice

Double m self made we forever rich

My white ho gonna to college,

Those people don't get a chance, but the electoral college,

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

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

Maybe it's because i probably won't go to college,

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

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