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

Makes me feel like im flying

Bun b, i’m underground king

Ha, that make it hard to be faithful

Mediocre jobs are not so stable

It’s something that’s in your veins

Mind in a daze, watchin' the planes

At school with no group, marginalized out to be a loner

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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