This is a song about "Html head script type"

One can mention ones self and it'd be too pretentious

I've written this shit, flippin' the script but i'm such a menace,

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

I'm not the type of interviews

Meantime, i hope you keep your vagina protected

You seem the type to get easily offended,

Mind flipped, cerebellum like the script

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

My niggas doesnt like your type,

And ask me how was my night

I know their type, they're fucking petrified

Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

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

I aint the type to get comfortable

Shout out them strippers who hustle