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

Dropped in my grades and forced down in school with no say.

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Makes me feel like im flying

Old school til i die no reason to testify im satisfied by multi syllable rhymes

When niggas act bitch-made she got the heart to fightnigga my girlfriend, though we separated at times

Welcome to my brain, high enough to fly planes

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Mediocre jobs are not so stable

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

But i ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Rolling up' paper planes

Like b.o.b., got airplanes

Like countries losing their planes like car keys,

I'm everything that they call nice