This is a song about "Harrison college"

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

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

But girl i'm in college, baby i can't see you.

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

And even before i go to college,

You smell that? that's the odor of success bitch

To my knowledge college ain't an option

And non-nigga friends got it with him

Say you want that dope shit, welcome to satan's cabbage patch, bitch

Maybe it's because i probably won't go to college,

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

And college is a scheme, a cog in the machine

Left my home alone, you can call me macaulay bitch

Those people don't get a chance, but the electoral college,

Private interests use college for profit

The real muscle in the message of that