This is a song about "Feeling useless"

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

I've been misused you're excused and useless

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

With useless anomalies adopting metonymies as commodities

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Not feeling yall but im feeling ya moms

Feeling, of appealing

A break from what you hearing

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

It's useless see, nobody listens to the hatred you spew

You beat yourself up so much, what i say will be useless

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

She gon get the mils for this

Or you'll be useless like my bitches.