This is a song about "Plotting and scheming"

I be scheming on the weekend just to force that pussy to deepen,

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Teaming with demons, theyr scheming a kill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Plotting, a fictitious mission that's

And all she wants is to dance

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Shout out my nigga miles

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Big cheese scheming, i'm posted up on a quiche

Hold on to the now, cuz i know sex be changing everything

Everybody's got a dream , jus keep on scheming

So i mean it when i deem it that my scheming is the meanest

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

My greed is pleadin' agreement with demons impeding n' scheming while creepin up

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck