This is a song about "Scripts"

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

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

On the road to riches this is the fork i'm hitting

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

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

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

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit

Audios in scripts that have no wits to match it

Why make scripts when you know imma flip em?/

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them