This is a song about "Schemes"

Then i burn on the return, popping bernie may schemes

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

But instead i got secrets plots and schemes 

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

You have no hope in this battle, you're schemes are too basic

Clouded thought my rhymes schemes

All that ass in your jeans

All because the immaturity of their selfish schemes

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Believing my genius schemes are conceiving a seamless dream, for mc's to see my stuff

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

My syllables and rhyme schemes are stuck down in the rut

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck