This is a song about "Creative decline"

Never gon' see the day that i ain't got the upper hand

Back at me~ underlines the divine decline as the sand

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Creative scriptures, imagery, rhymes back around,

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

But that was only one time

Glistening, you're my prime, decline?

Lv on my feet with a belt to match

You might decline the hit list's catch

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

My decline in life is something most tragic