This is a song about "Creek"

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

You in the devils creek/ when you lose the paddle/ boy you betta learn to swim

What transpires since the day the seeds were plantedthe g grew but we knew we'd have a clique

Leave you six deep, you piss weak peasant from shits creek, an yes i use profanity when i speak,

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

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

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Ya freak, purely weak, choke artist ya can't speak, floating down shits creek

And get caught, in the moment

Body dumped in he creek and

Once i was done, i dragged her body to the creek.

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

In piss creek with rumble from your city

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Well, i can handle that

As deep as dawson's creek and shit