This is a song about "Plot"

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

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

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

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

Welcome to hell's plot, the war on drugs prevail not

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

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

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

This aint no twist its a plot

Got a beans if you wanna pop

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

So maybe i'll stop go in reverse turn around and add plot

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

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

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