This is a song about "Planed it"

That's why all i want is you now

Check it in, do it anyhow

Ripping it, spitting some venom up in it

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

And talk some more shit

Yes we bout it bout it/

So is you bout it, i really doubt it, doubt it/

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

Yes we bout it bout it/

I got some fire and shit

Couldn't believe it when i heard it

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Y'all could never admit it, forget it, spit it, i writ it,

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

So go and ride it, roll it up and ignite it

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that