This is a song about "Creating"

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Creating new technology, containing pornography,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Creating a sonic blast which will move tectonics

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

That's re-creating pac and biggie, leonardo himself,

And try to deplete foreign populations creating complications.

When i was little i used to get so hungry i would throw fits

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

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

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

Like gods creating mountains just for us to fucking die

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

Creating a monopoly taking over colonies but thriving