This is a song about "Dean list"

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

Too many rappers are on my hit list

Hit you first on my hit list,

If you feel it, it must be real just

Got defence up on a list

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Go cop the 3.6 and meet my name on the deans list

And they all mint condition

On the list of filth spittin'

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest

To bad you aint on the guest list

Begging not to be on my hit list

Foamposite max like i'm out of wake forest

You was bigger than an artist

100 deep v.i.p. no guest list