This is a song about "Got my own shit don t care if you don t rate me"

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

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

Super chill, some call me t-frozen, and if theres weed around i gotta

Boys don seen me. fly so high i need stop it hell is my

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

I'm don juan in this and when i've done won and shit

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for