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

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

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

I got 99 problems and they're all about school, "school is cool" said no one ever

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

You're the baddest chick in school there's no if no but nor maybe

Plus she's glad for the little things she hasand over there there's a lady

And i ain't got what it takes

Rolling up' paper planes

You sell yourself for better jobs

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Blow trees like a hurricane

Mind in a daze, watchin' the planes

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Kid, ho, acid head, cruising on that lsd

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

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way