This is a song about "Creeps"

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

All that ass in your jeans

Dandelions to say hi, save her from the creeps

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

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

Hustlin' to keep from gettin' buriedbut now i gotta move away now

And you faker than willy wonkareal shit, i told you

I poison hearts and minds of those temptation slowly creeps into

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

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

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

We all dream one day we kings and queens

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

Three critter creeps, twitter this

Or know them testament verses