This is a song about "Scott dykes"

Scott la rock, proof, big l, khadafi, jam master jay,

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

Scott, but ya better not forget it

Now i'm sharpening spikes, to toss it at dykes and broads with their bikes

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

Hell, probably be scott-free, doubt i'd be duly caught

Scott la rock, mac dre, and jam master jay,

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play

My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless

Me and darren scott, we're rapping about our exes.

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

Get away scott free cause im more descreat than sleep,

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

You fags wear #jeremy #scott #wings, fly sneakers on