This is a song about "Marist college"

//college rules man, get your education

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

And even before i go to college,

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

My white ho gonna to college,

Okay, i’m back off into this bitch

Like college professors the way i teach lessons,

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions

Second guessed it as i grew into an adult nearing college

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

And college we gave yal that sensation…

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

And college is a scheme, a cog in the machine

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Private interests use college for profit

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that