This is a song about "Financial planning"

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

I'm planning to seize the world my eyes on zion

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

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

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

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

She all that i can handle

Cash money, financial

Now the crowds chanting big up to kathryn/ i'm planning to go maniac with this

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Guess i'm planning wreck it,

Saying they this and that

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...