This is a song about "Creates"

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

Its creates a path within a passage in time

It creates dead members of families

My bitch roll the kush: we smoking japanese

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

My low low is so digital that it creates an expandable

That's why you cautious when i approached youbeen talking since you arrived, but not a word is spoken

Creates more emotion, than biological poison, after this ill remain unbroken, words still unspoken,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Creates this so called obama-care, takin' all the tax payer's money

Money is valuable, funny it's creates an animal,

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

But my mind wanders and creates me a mirage

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops