[Verse 1: J. Cole]

This is for all the fans that waited

The bitch niggas that hated

Old hoes we dated

Look mama, we made it

Your son out in Barbados

Cheese eggs and potatoes

Smoking weed on the beach

As my mind working like Play Dough

Analyzing the world

Fantasizing about girls

I'm handed diamonds and pearls

And vandalizing her pearls

Sweating her weave out

Moans as she breathes out

Fuck I'm doing in parties with Hov and Steve Stout

I step over pirhannas

Death over dishonor

They killin niggas for J's

That's death over designer

Cole heating up like that left-over lasagna

Remember when I used to be stressed over Dawana

Now a nigga only 15 is stressed over Rihannas

I'm talking tens or better bitches in Timbs and sweaters

And we always argue about the same thing

Tell me why we gotta argue about the same thing?

[Verse 2: Missy Elliott]

Nobody's perfect, nobody's perfect eh

But you're perfect for me

Rolling, we riding

He like to go inside and

I love to go all night and

We rock the boat: Poseidon

I love to call your name, name, name

Baby I love to call your name, name, name

[Verse 3: J. Cole]

Oh yeah, my college girl

Get off and come home soon

I graduated way too long ago

To be sneaking all in your dorm room, but

This ain't tight like Fort Knox, so

I call you when the tour stops

But, baby with your roommates..

Could you make sure the door's locked?

She love it when we get together

Smoke a little weed but the shit together

Now that I'm on, I can pick and choose

Only fuck with hoes who got shit to lose

Yeah, heard stories about different dudes

Her man on campus but it's fine by me..

Say she only fucked like 4-5 niggas

So you know you gotta multiply by 3