This is a song about "Plot"

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

I plot my murder steady

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

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

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Plot, it thickens, yo the clock is tickin', poppin' sick shit,

Let me see you walk

'cause fuck the fuckin' plot,

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

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

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

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit