This is a song about "Credit score"

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

My metaphors, will surprise u like free credit score

Ima go until my arm's sore

No more, oh boy, goddamn did he score

Kick open the door and settle the score

If you try to give it to me at the door

I don't rap to get the women or respected, fuck the credit.

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

I like to call that a quick flip

Though, i'll give these rappers some credit

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

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

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

Dance like it's hammer time in the lime light, ya gonna score

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Thinking you're achieving a new high score