This is a song about "Degree maps"

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

Leave you lost in this jungle giving none of you maps

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

I have no killer degree, cause

And i'm still hurtin over pops

My game cold, one degree

Let me rideuntil i get free

Once as a slave who imagined being free

You mothers still in grade school i got a degree

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Burn rappers with a third degree... never agreed with the industry

And they can't get a job, 'cause they missing the degree

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

I receive the degree to my relief

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves