This is a song about "Worthless men"

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

Speak a few words to assure the church he was worthless

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Just a lotta worthless hollering

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

I wouldn't even waste a penny on you cause you're worthless

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

Since the information taught is worthless as gossip

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Gold mines for lines but sometimes i find that i feel worthless

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Senior on this freshmen rocking that letter men,