This is a song about "Create"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Detected fools that create titles for trials

Light the gasoline, and create a bright scene.

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Create sparks of greatness,

Pocket racked up all big faces

Killing the game, call me picasso with the vivid picture i create

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

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

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

Got me rushed to the station

Lets create a new generation,

We' ve got opportunities to create

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition

So find the ambition, create your own mission,