This is a song about "Elector"

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

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Drop the bass like it's straight outta college

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

Done skinned and de livered

Y'all ain't never just tripped and pictured

That i couldn't leave even semi-free on cinco de mile*

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

When i say your garbage, leave your brain with a big blockage

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

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

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

I literally could shit on paper and it'd be better than this garbage

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

I guess i aint a soldier

And the streets is getting colder