This is a song about "Asassasins creed"

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

I was given a life, a creed, a fallacy.

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Core of complete mess in store for con's creed, yes

Feel need to feel my creed the im picking ya to be the next

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

You look like a hallucination from speed, a rejected breed, victim of an pro's creed/

You need to get involved at the university level, like where freud studied

Core of complete mess in store for con's creed, yes

I just play my part make moves like chess

I’m way harder than the concrete

Indeed i strike assassins creed,

Just know fame has a price, lose everything

I pull out the creed but right before i started reading