This is a song about "Creeping"

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

In fact, creeping' through the corners semi slaughter bloody water

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

And thought of death creeping in my mind was so horrible.

Creeping thru your window ever so slightly

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Creeping, with gut hanging out in park, you eat alone there when it's dark

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

Monsters creeping up in the night

Why are they creeping up under me

Look it something they can't ever see

Creeping into real things, like maniacs

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

My mind is what i'm keeping from the spies in plain sight creeping