This is a song about "College transtion"

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

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

Going off into college doesn't mean that i ain't sick

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

But girl i'm in college, baby i can't see you.

But i'mma cut through the line to get outta this bitch

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

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Like college professors the way i teach lessons,

Your ho be on my penis, she check my french, bitch

Drop the bass like it's straight outta college

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

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

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

Second guessed it as i grew into an adult nearing college