This is a song about "Create"

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

We' ve got opportunities to create

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

If there were no explosives in the world, it would create

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

So he told his best friend, that he would create a civilization

Negotiate, create an alternative

And wonder how we ever came to this

I got a dollar and a dream

I create more deaths than nicotine

So find the ambition, create your own mission,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Detected fools that create titles for trials

Educate and create a way to hide your treasure

I wanted a brother my mother i told her