This is a song about "Plans"

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

Locked in my room yeah, but i got some plans momma

Im always on fire and please don't call the fireman,nothing can stop my plans

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Brought the caviar and heavy plans,

From an african american stance

Another chapter, life plans scatter

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Living carefree no plans try not to think in advance

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Collaborate on plans to realize the truest state of our existence

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

Torture plans with weapons you could call medieval

Need it for my parties, and i need it for my plans

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands