This is a song about "Create"

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

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Light the gasoline, and create a bright scene.

The hype i create in sensational

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

Or wondering about the next problem that the government will create

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

Detected fools that create titles for trials

Allies that turned to rivals, niggas turned street disciples

Parking lot of the blue flame

Create madness; insane

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

Just some fans that respect the shit that i create

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Or wondering about the next problem that the government will create