This is a song about "Plot"

Competition's non-existant, plot just thickens mystical,

What can you tickle that can make a dinosaur giggle

This aint no twist its a plot

You see him as a god

Getting shot yeah sweating plot

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Welcome to hell's plot, the spot rots, like stale crops

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

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

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Can formulate a plot to leave you in awe

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

With the finest logic set in motion a plot with televised optics

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

With the bars that i've got, fuck a mental plot,