This is a song about "Create"

I create more deaths than nicotine

People don't condone what they've never seen

Fake scenarios i would often create or were they real?

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

Detected fools that create titles for trials

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Lets create a new generation,

My talent should take me places i've never been

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

I create estranged mcs by killing their parents,

Expeditious on expeditions create//

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

The prime in me helping me create unnecessary rhyme

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

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

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate