This is a song about "Used me all through middle school used me for five dollars"

This is what my mama used to tell me when i used to fight,

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

I used to say i wanted to dive into my grave, but you helped me

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,

That you were never, any good for me, it was always my fault, i used to believe,

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Haters used to put me down and give me cold chills

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

Coached for the brains, all they're used for is intelligence

You don't approve of me? it's best if you get used to me

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

So, naturally, catastrophe and atrophy used to be attached to me.