This is a song about "Creek the geek"

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Told you camp lo was my favorite

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

"a geek, what do you reckon"

They'll have to rename this one

So while you worry about the hoes

The more battles the better the flows

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I bring the heat like the

The science and the art, africa

Rappers then cement their feet and leave them sleep in the creek

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat