This is a song about "Create"

Keanu reeves, they tell me i’m the one

Spit fire create the corrosion, leave molten

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

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

Had i not been exposed to these things

Negotiate, create an alternative

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Then why create shephards that're deserting its people

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Detected fools that create titles for trials

The prime in me helping me create unnecessary rhyme

Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

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