This is a song about "Fuck ups"

The wind is blowing, i keep going through the ups and downs

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

Break bread with hostile grown ups, opposite of mental slowness

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

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Ups and downs and come arounds, and stomachs growling,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Break bread with hostile grown ups, opposite of mental slowness

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Life has its ups and downs but it aint no roller coaster

Black vultures, rats roaches, sleep now, the laughs over

Fuck the streets, fuck you, and fuck your ethnicity

Prolly cause them niggas wasn't near me, clearly