This is a song about "Creed"

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

Feel need to feel my creed the im picking ya to be the next

I was given a life, a creed, a fallacy.

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Core of complete mess in store for con's creed, yes

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Its easy on tv make them believe what they be seeing

I pull out the creed but right before i started reading

You look like a hallucination from speed, a rejected breed, victim of an pro's creed/

Hands on the pump, makem jump when its cocked backfuckem all they're bitches inside a world of weak

Indeed i strike assassins creed,

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

Core of complete mess in store for con's creed, yes