This is a song about "Assassins creed unity"

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 ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

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

If we focus on unity instead of separation

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

I pull out the creed but right before i started reading

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

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

A new way to be. in unity. comfortably.

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Ironic how the fear of death is cured with assassins

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns