This is a song about "Creator"

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

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

These are words from the creator

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

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

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

The creator of this shit funk volume dame,

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I'm the creator of cooking people til they're thick and crispy like baked potatoes.

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

Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what i'm saying, y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Beat dictator dream deflater ma flows the hater creator

I make my own decisions, i'm the creator

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir