This is a song about "Are you creating these now"

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

These are real facts, now i don't deal crack, i'm packing macs,

There has to be a place better than this, in heaven

Luring these people i'm hurting you are hung

Unify them, mob through, take over and

So these are my real diss bars, now come at me cunt

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Now listen real closely as these next lines are spoken.

Now who do ya think you are,

The hotels we staying in twelve star

You might think these lines are bad and wack

The jager in my cup is licorice black

"what are these wealthy tax breaks that you all are asking of?"

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

All of these are the ways that you could meet your fate,

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade