This is a song about "Create"

So he told his best friend, that he would create a civilization

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Or wondering about the next problem that the government will create

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

Then why create shephards that're deserting its people

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

I create estranged mcs by killing their parents,

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Just some fans that respect the shit that i create

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Fake scenarios i would often create or were they real?

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

So find the ambition, create your own mission,