This is a song about "Plot"

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

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Apparently we're sharing this generic plot of blessed land,

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

Well now what've we got: a though of no god, life without a plot,

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

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

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

For the whole plot get yo soul shocked by a cop, you ain't even know it,

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Lost the plot, your honor rots cause god has sent me

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

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

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that