This is a song about "Creating lyrics"

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

Drinking thoughts down of drowned novelties creating a shark

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Creating the illest shit is what you could call my business

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

Raise a hill place my foot in the sand creating a mound,

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

I'm walking and creating all of my own footprints,

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

Like gods creating mountains just for us to fucking die

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

But you are worthless i'm creating this for a multipurpose.

Focus on the music your creating,

So she graduated, rich nigga wife training