This is a song about "Schemes"

All because the immaturity of their selfish schemes

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

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

Then i burn on the return, popping bernie may schemes

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

I had beautiful words but girls never listened

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

My syllables and rhyme schemes are stuck down in the rut

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood

She likes the way it hits her lips

Dreams what i give ya, schemes to millions

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

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