This is a song about "Create"

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

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

Harder to escape the jail cells and bills

Negotiate, create an alternative

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

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

Thank you for letting me create this masterpiece, shark bait

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

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

Spit fire create the corrosion, leave molten

She never ready to go so she forever come

Realign your spine to supine create clouded shrines

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Create sparks of greatness,

I think found where your mind was