This is a song about "Create"

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

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

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine

The prime in me helping me create unnecessary rhyme

We vegetables, on them record labels

Detected fools that create titles for trials

Light the gasoline, and create a bright scene.

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

You plan to create kanyeism, and try to expand it?

I create estranged mcs by killing their parents,

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

Pretenders like actors after factors create dilemmas,

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was