This is a song about "Create"

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Pretenders like actors after factors create dilemmas,

I create estranged mcs by killing their parents,

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Or wondering about the next problem that the government will create

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Spit fire create the corrosion, leave molten

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

So find the ambition, create your own mission,

I’m just a young nigga advocating ambition

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Realign your spine to supine create clouded shrines

Detected fools that create titles for trials

Haters learn to bear, i'm lovie smith with the vocals