This is a song about "Creeps"

No girlfriends, i know a lot of bitches

Three critter creeps, twitter this

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

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

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

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

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

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

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Ready to fight hand on his blade as he creeps

Get blown like lawn leaves

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

I poison hearts and minds of those temptation slowly creeps into