This is a song about "School lsd weed flying planes no jobs"

Planes packed with blow im piloting

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

No weed needed to get higher

We got some lsd at santa cruz

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

I just roll my weed up, and try to school my peers

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Like countries losing their planes like car keys,

Mind in a daze, watchin' the planes

While working on my mistakes

You sell yourself for better jobs

And when this beat drops, your heart stops