This is a song about "Getting out of sch"

And on skype bet you say "le where my flight at?", if i decline

Yea,i'm that guy trying to rhyme keeps getting abit out of line

But now im getting out and shouting till my lungs collapse

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Or let the mob handle that

I'm getting sick of the bullshit,

Music getting louder, bass is bumping out in outer space

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Of being of always getting wired

I'm a new soul, i came to this strange world

Riding getting nice cause it's nice out

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

But no doubt, i still chill with those getting burnt out

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

That i made you wait, but i was out there getting laid,