This is a song about "Html head script type"

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

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Turn your set upside down like i flipped the script,

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

Hearing nikki giovanni on a late summer night

I know their type, they're fucking petrified

We self-made but never is an i on the team

I stick to the script, now i think i missed a scene

I’m up to six hundred bricks, started with two hundred grams

No monopoly type flow, no chance

Couple grand when i rock the night

Fuckin nazi, this crowd ain't your type

Got a electrical eel type spit

I'mma sign that work and release that

Some type of competition

Lies, tangled with fiction