This is a song about "Credit score"

Im seated by the floor

Im happy with the score

I got sexy ladies all over the floor

No more, oh boy, goddamn did he score

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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?

Death is the credit to terrorists / severing heads of degenerates

She said that we could switch it up and you can sit where mama sits/

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

Though, i'll give these rappers some credit

That fire flow the finest women i adore

Thinking you're achieving a new high score