This is a song about "Creative writing"

The poor little words ya jotting 'n writing.

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

This aint no fake shit that i'm writing

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

I ain't got time to swag nigga this is monumental

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

Let my angel sing

That’s just something worth writing

Creatively writing verses, basically spitting sermons,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

Writing raps like psychopaths

Know it good when she go no hands

I got soul, there's more in store

Creative minds do more