This is a song about "Clueless"

While i stood around clueless

On the slow jam of love

That would prove to the youth truth was the best, clueless bitches,

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

Heres to the kids who didnt let the teacher call them clueless

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

It kind of sucks that my generation is clueless

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

See boy she been in love

Well that part shouldn't be so clueless,

Desperate to search for rhymes, but it seems ur clueless.

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

While you gasp 'n' you croak, my clueless rivals run as i chew your eyeballs whole

But since then i've fucking murdered every artist on patrol!