This is a song about "Plot"

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

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

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

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

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

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

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

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

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock