This is a song about "Community college"

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Private interests use college for profit

Maybe it's just me but i'm jealous they have a sense of community

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

If the rap community can learn to coexist

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

Jazz talkin, i bet i pick and roll with your bitch

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

Visualizing being a college graduate,

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

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

I can't hear you little niggas in ibiza bitch

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

Connecting with the community

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free