This is a song about "Assassin creed"

And the impact of these actions, a moral atlas assassin

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Fuck an assassin, it's my passion to go into a spasm/

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

It's the big lip assassin

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

(well yeah) jump like an assassin, you're your own, now kill captain!/

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

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

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