This is a song about "Creating lyrics"

Copying stealing and pasting lyrics

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Creating a sonic blast which will move tectonics

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

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Like gods creating mountains just for us to fucking die

Creating new technology, containing pornography,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

What's the point of creating these lies? that's where i'm different

Area 51 illuminati creating everything while spacing

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Creating the illest shit is what you could call my business