This is a song about "College studies"

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

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

He probably studies all my lines while he's writin a diss

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

Then i better focus on the studies, always with my buddies,

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Private interests use college for profit

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Leave you like college girl - drunk and droolin'

My white ho gonna to college,

And that's why they called you bitch

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

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

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

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