This is a song about "Making plans"

We getting money, you can face the facts

Got so much truth in me that i can't fake my plans

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

All the bitches with drake hands who got fake plans,

Torture plans with weapons you could call medieval

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Ambitious and clean , my plans to shine

Save some, save none at the same time

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

You need to change how you visualize my plans

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Brought the caviar and heavy plans,

I love u so much i guess u have other plans

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Making a difference,

It's moe, all i need is more chips