This is a song about "Do you even have a plan mr west"

I understand i'm back by popular demand

Did i even have a plan? now it feels like my life's passed

Do you plan on being you or someone else,

So, just tell me something about yourself

So i have no plan to do it all loosey goosey

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

Yo ill do this for you it won't even take a minute.

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Do you plan to pass this cold trait, and have your offspring last this cold fate?

Here to give you, a medical bill, plan to spit chemical spill

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

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

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

But you act like mr. i'm a fucking boss