This is a song about "Financial planning"

Well, i can handle that

Guess i'm planning wreck it,

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

So much pressure on the poor with financial problems aint that pleasant

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

I'll cut you with my wiper blade, you better have financial aid,

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

Now i'm gonna explain what exactly i've been planning 'n happened.

I'm planning out steathy violence without no guidance to guide me

Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Couldn't be better. i'll admit to planning this, but these gangs are all on my shit...

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

That's nothing nice, living trapped up inside this financial bubble,

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

I'm erasing niceness when i ride the subway planning this.