This is a song about "Going on a road trip after school"

High school now, fuck middle school now im lifted, gifted, on a pedestal,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

It's a battlejust for tha big money

Road kill grill on a track these rappers dead to me

Dumping dead bodies on the school playground i don't give a shit

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

Then going on a drug binge

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

The thugs say i'm cool

While we going through the school

Feeling like a pastor on the road back from damascus

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

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

You ain't a thug just a crushed bug on my windshield on the road to fame,

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Im going on a shooting spree