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

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

After your names on a tombstone

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Stuck on a desert road deserted and famished

Feeling like a pastor on the road back from damascus

And jade's a fucking acrobat, i'll flip her on a mattress

And even then i'll be off on another damn trip

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

While we going through the school

The thugs say i'm cool

Look inside my closet

But see i planned a trip

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Drip a drop of acid on my tongue lemme trip a bit

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Im going on a shooting spree