This is a song about "Planetary alignment"

I need guidance in my life sometimes hustle is hard to bear

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Straight up nagasaki-ing comic cons

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

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

Screwed in spanish, english, and religion and its just a coincidence

Hopin' that my niggas see

I plot my murder steady

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

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

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

Huh, got to get better with time

And panned out, i'm all in love

Heading straight to your office