This is a song about "Planetary alignment"

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

We bone em like thugs n harmony nash em and go

I fucking hate this job

Getting shot yeah sweating plot

She wanted to fit in

This is my ambition

And i don't blame you, cause game gets swang like it ain't shit

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

You quit your job, you look lost i think your losing the plot

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

Because you have to fit a label now to fit a label

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

Let the syllable kid from singapore spit in a cynical fit