This is a song about "Political schemes"

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

I'm learning sardonic schemes lots of razing n' pins,

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

This is a political statement, things won't stay dim for even the bravest,

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

Faded dreams-schemes have been unbalanced by green on the triple beam.

Dreams what i give ya, schemes to millions

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

When i drop the science political activists tell me to stop the violence,

A little bit when i spit this cuz i'm lyrically gifted with a few lickety split tricks

Ill give you time to sleep on your rap schemes.

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

My syllables and rhyme schemes are stuck down in the rut