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

But i whip out the pad and think

And i'm just being honest

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

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

And just stick to the test n belive in the best.

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Always stay true stick to the g code

And that you fly with the flock and that you stick to the grain

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Hop in the the whip cuz i gota dip and there aint no reason to see you later

Stick with the sin never go higher

The ice ain't really nothing to her