This is a song about "Create"

Realign your spine to supine create clouded shrines

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

With a honey in the middle

The hype i create in sensational

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

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

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Just some fans that respect the shit that i create

The prime in me helping me create unnecessary rhyme

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

You're uncool like my mother kin

Lets create a new generation,

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

Thank you for letting me create this masterpiece, shark bait

Or wondering about the next problem that the government will create

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