This is a song about "Planning"

Couldn't be better. i'll admit to planning this, but these gangs are all on my shit...

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

I'm planning to seize the world my eyes on zion

But i can't cry, instead i'm just a shoulder

Man i stood back planning how to take them over

I've had it with the average invalids planning to be avid with practice

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

And i ain't even planning to call

Hands up, throw me up against the wall