This is a song about "Planet"

On a far away planet

Saying they this and that

And i'mma hold you down forever and appreciate the effort

Politicians granted maggots access, handed planet dirt

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

Only if everyone can see what goes on in the planet

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Everything i wanted never seem so close

And blew up the planet

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

Manic candidate for a different planet

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

I will wipe you off this planet

You got phat pockets like a fat boy

Im put on this planet to annoy