This is a song about "Create"

Collection of freestyles that i just want to make

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

I create estranged mcs by killing their parents,

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

Spit fire create the corrosion, leave molten

And i don't need no center or guard to get him open

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

The prime in me helping me create unnecessary rhyme

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

The hype i create in sensational

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

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

Killing the game, call me picasso with the vivid picture i create

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

So find the ambition, create your own mission,

Look, they gon' love me for my ambition