This is a song about "Plans shit squad rich poor"

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

There's a clear divide of race and class between the rich and poor,

I got a mixtape in hands, got plans to kill shit,

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

And that ain't shit in poor neighborhoods but middle class silence,

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

Plans consist of being successful

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Another chapter, life plans scatter

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Leave your whole squad of corny vocalists hopeless

It set in stone in these poems there ain’t nothing bogus

And i'm wolf, that was me who shoved the cock in your bitch

Religion exists, just so the poor isn't killing the rich