This is a song about "Creator of lazers"

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Like tyler creator oh shit black momba's back lyrical insomniac flow is high

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Beat dictator dream deflater ma flows the hater creator

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I make my own decisions, i'm the creator

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Of being of always getting wired

Fucked up, hating ass areas in the world

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Return of the king of flow

And you cute, shorty; let's get low