This is a song about "Create"

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

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

And i let her spend half the ticket, give or take

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

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

The prime in me helping me create unnecessary rhyme

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Just some fans that respect the shit that i create

Realign your spine to supine create clouded shrines

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Or wondering about the next problem that the government will create

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

Or wondering about the next problem that the government will create

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

Negotiate, create an alternative

A fun chick its nothin to break funds with