This is a song about "Create"

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Realign your spine to supine create clouded shrines

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Then why create shephards that're deserting its people

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

Or wondering about the next problem that the government will create

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

I create more deaths than nicotine

The hype i create in sensational

So unzip the bra be in awe from the nipple

Create sparks of greatness,

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Or wondering about the next problem that the government will create

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Lets create a new generation,

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win