This is a song about "Farewell to 12th"

And all the shit you went through

To try and violate me to.

The drug that they brain need

To beat or not to beat/

Cause im getting paid like i'm in 12th grade, this shit endless,

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

Leaving behind the cold past in a fast dash cause of what these fuckers been

From the 12th dimension/ studied the esoteric with perfect comprehension/

Lobsters and shrimp im good

To dictate how to look,

To understand is to pay attention

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Shows to do, got record to sell

Don't want to go to hell

I'll get to em when i land

To get to hold your hand