This is a song about "Create"

The prime in me helping me create unnecessary rhyme

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Realign your spine to supine create clouded shrines

Light the gasoline, and create a bright scene.

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

Fake scenarios i would often create or were they real?

She can make a pimp fall in love

Create sparks of greatness,

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

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

Or wondering about the next problem that the government will create

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make