This is a song about "Html head script type"

That's a little math joke, for you slow type

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Some type of competition

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Got a electrical eel type spit

Im just that type of guy

And now we high

With an encrypted script, leave you with your blood to drip

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Im ad lib bin while the sticking to script like magnets

So check the verse miss. i ain't say i'm perfect

Mind flipped, cerebellum like the script

No monopoly type flow, no chance

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance