This is a song about "Missing my daughter who left for college"

Is it my fault that my parents did not go to college?

Niggas wild as shit. no rubber, just climb in that bitch

When the present so powerful where the hour seem longer

My son's a ball of blubber, about as awful as my daughter

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

Send me automatic no practice i ain't gotta aim just shoot that bitch

I’ve got my daughter raised here, rocking her back to sleep,

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

To my knowledge college ain't an option

And non-nigga friends got it with him

I don't wanna die, i miss my wife and my daughter

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

But it didnt have a taste for me that's why i was thrown out of college,