This is a song about "Gods creations"

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Doomed by gods stupidity

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Higher than a leveler, like gods messenger

But my mind is big, creations are forming

Or run through a pothole at two in the morning

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation.

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

So both of our imaginations are creations of the situation

As the alive die so the gods once high can be supervised,

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds