This is a song about "Graduate"

They're attracted like parallel magnets after your graduate talents

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

Couple of sips of that then i gradually graduate

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Now the fate of your future relies on a college graduate guy.

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Didn't graduate from highs school from problems in my home,

Graduate as a master in fact a big factor

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Did wale drop out of school or did he graduate?

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

I'll graduate from tylenol up it to barbiturates

And when we graduate

Or let the mob handle that