This is a song about "My plans"

Ambitious and clean , my plans to shine

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

The cloth from which we came me and them is not the same

Simple plans and simple pain, where's my train to fame

All the bitches with drake hands who got fake plans,

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

Brought the caviar and heavy plans,

I closed my eyes and thought back to my plans that i set.

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

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

Need it for my parties, and i need it for my plans

All on their phones, they had other plans.

We getting money, you can face the facts

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

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