This is a song about "Ffa creed"

Core of complete mess in store for con's creed, yes

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Hands on the pump, makem jump when its cocked backfuckem all they're bitches inside a world of weak

You look like a hallucination from speed, a rejected breed, victim of an pro's creed/

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

Core of complete mess in store for con's creed, yes

Indeed i strike assassins creed,

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

I was given a life, a creed, a fallacy.

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Feel need to feel my creed the im picking ya to be the next

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I pull out the creed but right before i started reading