This is a song about "Reading from a script"

I pull out the creed but right before i started reading

So now we in the hotel, mirrors on the ceiling

I know it hurt but life's not perfect

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

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

In a blink my pen drips a script of this shit and i ignite

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

While reading it i got a heart attack

So, i'm humming a hymn while reading fairy tales by the brothers grimm

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Bitch you a menace to your society, reading your lyrics is comedy,