Plan

Honestly, I've never been the type to just go with the plan

If I feel my palms stop itching, I'll cut off my hand

I start fires, I should probably put this mic under a fan

In L.A. walking on the beach, toes under the sand

Smoking strong, do a thing Popeye, I just opened a can

High as hell while I'm on the flight, now I'm hoping it land

My life a movie, tell a loaded T to keep rolling the cam

Circle small as hell, looked around and it's only the fam

And that's all I really need for real

Use the za as my medicine, I don't need a pill