This is a song about "Stick to the script or weep with the whip"

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

Took my heart and buried it deep, left me to sweep up the pieces and quietly weep.

To burn my kingdom, you must use fire

Stick with the sin never go higher

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Stick to the script, keep it rollin' like old-time movie scenes,

As the so called weak weep and cry

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

I was done with the dissin, we told em where to stick it

Never been to the moon this reefer will help you visit

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Everybody shutters as they hear the whip cracks

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

With or without clothing, next to the decomposing