This is a song about "Hiding my creativity"

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Slay a list of enemies envying creativity

I'm looking for a hiding station and my heart is racing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

And the truth been in hiding

I was born to do the damn thing

Still residing waiting and hiding

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

Your generativity is on the low, your creativity would never show

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Wasting all my creativity in all this complexity

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Your generativity is on the low, your creativity would never show

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row