This is a song about "College"

Like college professors the way i teach lessons,

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Quick, cause working in a drought is a bitch

When the job are scarce and you mind lacks college

I can't hear you little niggas in ibiza bitch

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

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

College. fuck college, this place is heartless, wanna bet?

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Fantasizing about the fountains, i have better ideas, why fuck it with college/

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

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

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

And college is a scheme, a cog in the machine

Drop the bass like it's straight outta college

Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch