This is a song about "Creeping death"

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Creeping into real things, like maniacs

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Good and evil, deceiving deceitful like creeping people

Games been tamed iced veins to rain death,

Baby i’mma mess, mess

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

Just like a little snake creeping in the grass

All i want now, is death

So hold back ya tears

I’ve never seen my neighbors

So its death before birth

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

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Creeping thru your window ever so slightly