This is a song about "Asassasins creed"

Hands on the pump, makem jump when its cocked backfuckem all they're bitches inside a world of weak

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

They at the same spot they making no progress

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

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

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

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

I pull out the creed but right before i started reading

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

Indeed i strike assassins creed,

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed