This is a song about "Schemes"

Believing my genius schemes are conceiving a seamless dream of weed n' drugs

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

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

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

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

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

Evaporating cruel regimes, telling the kingdom their schemes

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Dreams what i give ya, schemes to millions

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

But along only schemes they was selling us,