Song meaning of Making The Band (Danity Kane) by Earl Sweatshirt

Ah, "Making The Band" by Earl Sweatshirt, a true lyrical masterpiece that leaves us all pondering life's most profound questions: What is the plan? What the fuck are you saying? Lil' mama off Danity Kane is apparently the key to unlocking the universe's secrets, because let's be real, who doesn't look to Danity Kane for existential guidance? Earl, in all his geeked-up glory, contemplates the number of bands he's about to make, feeling like P. Diddy standing in a bank (which I can only assume involves dancing with stacks of cash like there's no tomorrow). Both loose cannon and enemy of the state, Earl channels his inner Gene Hackman as he navigates the treacherous terrain of safecracking. In his quest to do damage in a critical way, he lovingly packs boof (whatever that may be) and ships it away, while simultaneously making everyone feel some type of way and indulging in outrageously expensive eighths of goodness knows what. Not one to be confined by trivial matters such as time and space, Earl transcends on a sixteen-passenger plane to the Sistine Chapel, where he prays for fish cheeks to snap on the bait and chipped teeth to delight in their prey. And just when you thought things couldn't get any crazier, a stampede cracks the gates, because why not? Earl blows money faster than the speed of light, treating cash like a temporary phase because we all know money comes and goes like Taylor Swift's exes. So, my dear friend, the plan is simple: Earl is here to dazzle us with his mind-bending observations, while simultaneously making us question our sanity and ponder the profoundness of Danity Kane. It's truly a work of art.