This is a song about "Creative dates"

You took the hatred of yourself and just project it out

Creative scriptures, imagery, rhymes back around,

Safe haven, on occasion i feel creative, only for a short duration,

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

It all dates back when all i did was sat around on my ass

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

Among dates i was thinking upon traits to take place but no trace come on fate

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

I'm not creative, ideas started leaking from my mental/

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

At like the age of five making power points creative slides i never really had to

Creative minds do more

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Flow creative genius, low creative negligence

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns