This is a song about "Big plans"

God mc oh my god you gotta see

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Im always on fire and please don't call the fireman,nothing can stop my plans

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Who ain't really had big plans but to drive a shiny benz

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Need it for my parties, and i need it for my plans

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

But that's a way of survival, how they map their peace plans,

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

My plans laid just right, fishing in the moonlight

In the back seat, thinking of the plans ill make

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate