This is a song about "Score"

Two hundred and score years and a year a.d

Im sayin one night my love is like that

Hey, why aren't you trying to score with that whore?

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

So bring all your whores, let me tell them the score

That fire flow the finest women i adore

Two score and a year later a man is born

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

Nothin i want more, than to settle down and even the score.

If we gonna last more, i gotta ask for more

But not with a four four, but with more of a score

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Knowing he could score a ten out of ten,