This is a song about "Scriptures"

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Vivid detailed scriptures about purple rain on orange floors,

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

While still fixed on the mixture of scriptures mixin' and reactin' as though

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

You quoting bible verses but must got the scriptures slanted

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

I'm rappin soul in my scriptures, torah,

Creative scriptures, imagery, rhymes back around,

She would throw a pout how i'm showing out

Bullshitting that nigga did his shit for the clippers

Bass part beast i start feasting on virtues and scriptures

Scriptures said i'd be a winner ever since the day i played with scissors

Nigga, lyrically gifted, second to only religious scriptures