This is a song about "Plot"

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

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

Plot twist he's a novelist psychotic and off of it

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Now don’t it sound legendary

I plot my murder steady

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

We don't plot, we go straight in like j.j watt/

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Don't know what i'm saying, and there's no plot

The cia would plot to sell the crack, and flooded the streets,

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

In his school always holds a book, he was polite never thought to plot

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

Dominating house from lot to lot, repeat the process but plot a crop.

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock