This is a song about "School high clouds"

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

No dark clouds, just silver linings

Before i thought high was cool and got high at school

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

I wouldn't listen to 'emyour power movement was cool

I'm trying to think about my past days of high school,

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Stand up high and reach the clouds

Graduated from high school i'm still tryna fuck the faculty

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Black clouds circle my weary head

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Of a high school kid and his real times

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

Dropped out of high school to be a dope head punk