This is a song about "Html head script type"

I aint the type to get comfortable

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Some type of competition

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

I practiced till that shit made perfect

Mind flipped, cerebellum like the script

I'm blatantly sick soon as i'm making a script;

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

I know their type, they're fucking petrified

And how you make the darkness seem so bright

They never envisioned a rift, but time was flippin' the script on the brothers

The flow hot nasty like a couple siracha flavored used rubbers/

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

I know their type, they're fucking petrified