This is a song about "Financial planning"

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

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

Financial collaps, well, the rich are in the clear

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Verizon dissed me too cause i was too political

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

Guess i'm planning wreck it,

Saying they this and that