This is a song about "Germany plans fail"

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

In other words think like germany kill your competition,

All on their phones, they had other plans.

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Yo gonna loose and fail anyways

You wanna see my math notebook, you see lining bar plans

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

People trying to make you fail

See i'm ahead but you stay the snail

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

That he'll mess up my plans

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

They say follow your dreams, but expect you to fail

But i chose to pursue it, i gon’ let it fail,

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email