This is a song about "Create"

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

I create estranged mcs by killing their parents,

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

Just some fans that respect the shit that i create

Be the king, that was part of my dream

I create more deaths than nicotine

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

Negotiate, create an alternative

The hype i create in sensational

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

And panned out, i'm all in love

Create sparks of greatness,

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

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

Light the gasoline, and create a bright scene.

The bitches is everything in between