This is a song about "Scripts"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

At best you are average, my scripts are straight damaging,

Why make scripts when you know imma flip em?/

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

'cuz my dad always saw me try to make my scripts sing.

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

Audios in scripts that have no wits to match it

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

If you say my scripts are shit, bitch you dont know your shit

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

If you say my scripts are shit, bitch you dont know your shit