This is a song about "Creation"

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Sedation comes before creation of that crazy blackened sheen

Limitation to feed my creation,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

And im guessing that a new world order is the next step creation

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

Beggin for money at a fire station, i evolved with this nation, im a master creation,

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

A whole new creation of hidden lies up in the area 51 station

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

Edit words round to make a new rap creation

No dedication, they argue it's because schools don't teach creation, ken ham

My adversaries bleedbut fuck 'em all 'til the talk cease, fuckin' with a changed man

My creation, world's decision

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one