This is a song about "Creating and communicating a plan"

A giant amongst titans a tyrant creating casualties,

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

See, william lynch had a master plan,

They talk say cool jew na the man

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Creating a monopoly taking over colonies but thriving

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Thinking you had a plan and now it's killing you

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

Just face it like eights and embrace the taste i'm creating

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Never will i ever utter never to myself

That's re-creating pac and biggie, leonardo himself,