This is a song about "Creator"

Never seen a creator consulting his users all the others are faggots, all the others are losers

Your mother was a baby boomer i fucked her on a table at hooters and passed her to my shooters

Beat dictator dream deflater ma flows the hater creator

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Took the van, went snatch her

These are words from the creator

Forget not amir the creator, who can plant a fear like a gator we all in your train

Now you can resti betcha never screamed a niggas whole name outand felt tha pleasure and tha pain

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I make my own decisions, i'm the creator

Amir, the creator of the site, but somethin ain't right. makes me question how legit your

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Deja vu might be a product of an objective creator

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

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

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