This is a song about "Create"

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

Then why create shephards that're deserting its people

Negotiate, create an alternative

Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss

Light the gasoline, and create a bright scene.

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Lets create a new generation,

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Realign your spine to supine create clouded shrines

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

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

Or wondering about the next problem that the government will create

I create more deaths than nicotine

And i put you on the team

But now i’m ok, i got my shit together

Educate and create a way to hide your treasure