This is a song about "Score"

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

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

Shit, like i ain't been through the scars and bruises

No matter what score my atar is

Two hundred and score years and a year a.d

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Reincarnated bitch even worse than before

Thinking you're achieving a new high score

Kick open the door and settle the score

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

Pronounced score, g silent, & still believe in da lord

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

This battles blackjack my lyric score gets twenty one,

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

Burnin for eternity cause surely i'll take the score

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor