This is a song about "Germany plans fail"

But that's a way of survival, how they map their peace plans,

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

All on their phones, they had other plans.

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

We on this mission we cannot fail

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

You need to change how you visualize my plans

People trying to make you fail

Nah, i ain't gonna be embedded in jail

Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, wale

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

A cautionary tale of fail and what not to say,

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

My mom broke but she posted the bail

That i was gonna fail