This is a song about "Script"

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

I shit on the script while your hoe on my dick, but i never slip,

So i blew a bible script 'n' went pyscho and shot other rhino's with my rifle clipped

Making rappers go ape shit giving inspiration to live until you're ancient

Development to try make it intelligent, irrelevant. signs of the subject

I was addicted to the shit, working for an extended clip, i wanted to stick to this script.

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Mind flipped, cerebellum like the script

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

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

The truth is the constitution, and in every blatant verse,

They never envisioned a rift, but time was flippin' the script on the brothers

With an encrypted script, leave you with your blood to drip

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

I've written this shit, flippin' the script but i'm such a menace,