This is a song about "Linear plot resol"

Eyes all lined up linear

Of impactful things one can ask for

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

With the finest logic set in motion a plot with televised optics

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

You quit your job, you look lost i think your losing the plot

Plot, it thickens, yo the clock is tickin', poppin' sick shit,

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I plot my murder steady

Well now what've we got: a though of no god, life without a plot,

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Welcome to hell's plot, the spot rots, like stale crops

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

Plot twist he's a novelist psychotic and off of it