This is a song about "Your plan fails"

Fails i make shit, hits platinum, titanium lit from chemicals in the fit,

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

You got some plan? your the big man?

It's just my master plan.

Fifth wheel on the back just hang

My mothers family had a plan/ marry this black man/ work your

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I'm a man, i'mma make a new plan

Just take control if you can

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

Your game plan brought to this race, man was weak,

Do you plan to pass this cold trait, and have your offspring last this cold fate?

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

Plan your route correctly

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free