This is a song about "16 score"

My metaphors, will surprise u like free credit score

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

Will i make it in time? will i even the score?

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

Some old bitch that we did before

Mischief youth spent bored trying to score

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Two hundred and score years and a year a.d

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

Most delectable skin, bare marks of heat, excitement, its a score

You want beef? we'll start a gulf stream war

"what's the score? why don't you make songs no more?",

Kick open the door and settle the score

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

I ain't happy with the score therefore

Army stance, ready for war