This is a song about "My collouge"

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

See you was there every year when i needed you

Mami... she open, she open

Grab my knife and my gun

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

My shirt, purple label my shirt

It's a fools fatewithout your word

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/