This is a song about "Creativeness"

If you aint talking money bitch don't step up to my property

And don't bother me, high as shit from my broccoli

Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high

So we try to be superman, just burn and die, then sigh,

With the content of my composition

And i love your mind and ambition

My ecstatic smile meets this faggot while over graphic piles, my fanatics fap.

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

Kryptonite to superman, he's a dentist to amy

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Nowadays you look empty, ya love runnin on a low supply

Not a morning person, hell no

Lost my nigga over nothing though

Muffled from the outside weather by this literary leather

An understatement said that k. lamar was under pressure