This is a song about "Script"

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

And, i passed with flying colors cause i studied more than others

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

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

Mind flipped, cerebellum like the script

Listen, hold up,the young dude focused

I'm blatantly sick soon as i'm making a script;

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast

We've lost so many kids to gun violence, and the facts are worse,

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

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

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

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

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