This is a song about "Creative writing"

This aint no fake shit that i'm writing

Bun b, i’m underground king

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

But instead you've put anger into writing

My tires align with the play, but the times out

Creative scriptures, imagery, rhymes back around,

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

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

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

Creative as james spader

Or something that you paid for

Is to be more than just a rap musicianthe elevation of today's generation

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

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

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