This is a song about "Customer creator"

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Same customer...i hussle to live...i smoke to get by even tho i love this high..

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

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

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

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

I make my own decisions, i'm the creator

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Creator of natural disasters i'm the greatest disaster,

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

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

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

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

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

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