This is a song about "Customer creator"

Now you can resti betcha never screamed a niggas whole name outand felt tha pleasure and tha pain

Forget not amir the creator, who can plant a fear like a gator we all in your train

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I'm the creator of cooking people til they're thick and crispy like baked potatoes.

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Like tyler creator oh shit black momba's back lyrical insomniac flow is high

Your mother was a baby boomer i fucked her on a table at hooters and passed her to my shooters

Never seen a creator consulting his users all the others are faggots, all the others are losers

Amir, the creator of the site, but somethin ain't right. makes me question how legit your

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Beat dictator dream deflater ma flows the hater creator

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Deja vu might be a product of an objective creator