This is a song about "Scripps ranch"

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

Those oats sowed being rewards reaped from nights i wrote in my spread

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

He just throws it around

Burn this place to the ground

Actors got paid to spread the disease

I'm everything that they call nice

Like you know you're place

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Had a place in history

Your pep is dead my bomb spread so step to this

Welcome to hell, niggasi rock bad bitches