This is a song about "Creatures way"

My lair is down a deep rut in a world of foreign creatures

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

And i just can't keep living this way,

I can't keep running away

Skies black and flashes lightning at creatures

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

You must be feeling some typa way

Morty let me use the maybach back in may

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

Time is out, stay outta my way

Stackin that lettuce since way way back when

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

He’s comin', that's what these hoes say

Whatever comes your way