This is a song about "Community college"

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

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

Send me automatic no practice i ain't gotta aim just shoot that bitch

Second guessed it as i grew into an adult nearing college

Say you want that dope shit, welcome to satan's cabbage patch, bitch

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

I mean we as black community

She going to borrow some money

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

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

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

The fucking college trying to rip me off

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

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

If the rap community can learn to coexist