This is a song about "Creeps"

I poison hearts and minds of those temptation slowly creeps into

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

Three critter creeps, twitter this

Watch me fuck all these bitches

For a sun that creeps but doesn't want to show, just so you could reap what you never sow

Quick money never stays, get your money, stay patient, outlast it for now

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Ready to fight hand on his blade as he creeps

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

Everything ain't what it seems

Fuck what i wear when i'm lying with them creeps!

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

You say i'm in the kitchen.. cooking up shit to splinter creeps

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

While i got the tricks, you get the creeps, heaps and heaps of creepy freaks.