This is a song about "Creative writing majors"

I got a big fear of flying

And then i started writing,

Instead of writing a rap, writing an essay

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

Zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this including you, miss. turn around

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Writing recording hunched over crouching

Stop and go writing shit stoned

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Majors misbehaving i'mma have to take it very visible

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Flow creative genius, low creative negligence

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

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

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