This is a song about "Plans"

All the bitches with drake hands who got fake plans,

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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

If our plans fall through then fuck it, nah

Beautiful are thou, africa

Another chapter, life plans scatter

And that i spent the night with her

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

Brought the caviar and heavy plans,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

That's a t-rex in a v-neck for the rapture

Another chapter, life plans scatter

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

Simple plans and simple pain, where's my train to fame