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

Rhymes coming faster than planes/smashing ur brains

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

No weed needed to get higher

And the food could have been finer

And i ain't got what it takes

Mind in a daze, watchin' the planes

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

I'm like psychotic marine on laced lsd

Kid, ho, acid head, cruising on that lsd

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

You sell yourself for better jobs

I don't fuck with that lsd/

I’m tryna be low key

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

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years