This is a song about "Political schemes"

It was all part of their grand schemes, to gain damn green,

Down in miami, with a super ho team

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

He's all about that political wisdom, i write with him

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

While i spit flame schemes, known to make your brain freeze

When i was little i used to get so hungry i would throw fits

Acting ape shit, public executions, political assassinations,

Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different

So it leads us to bringin' the sickest rhyme schemes and

I stand for freedom of speech and truth, not political cover-ups,

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

In a political sin wreck, we deserve subliminal respect,