This is a song about "Create"

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

Create madness; insane

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

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

So find the ambition, create your own mission,

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Cause hype gets you rick mirer'd every single time

The prime in me helping me create unnecessary rhyme

Light the gasoline, and create a bright scene.

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

Spit fire create the corrosion, leave molten

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

The hype i create in sensational

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Fake scenarios i would often create or were they real?

When you're sittin' on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up here