This is a song about "Asassins creed rogue"

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

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

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

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

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Wearing dreadlocks looking more a rogue

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

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

Child support ain't come, that faggot still ain't bought me anything

I pull out the creed but right before i started reading

But these rogue corrupt cops go and stop me in a line,

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

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

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

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

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less