This is a song about "Credit score"

You gotta have cash if you credit the visa,

36 o's so i'm riding round with that nina

His name is eminem, i would have to credit him

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

Like the credit crunch its just a cost illusion

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

Apologetic forget it give credit

Super magic, abracadabra kid

So bring all your whores, let me tell them the score

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

A good person just to get credit when you want something

My metaphors, will surprise u like free credit score

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

I ain't happy with the score therefore

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore