This is a song about "Hiding my creativity"

Take this dick while i'm swallow moscato got her freaky, hey

Hiding under my bed and waiting till the danger passed away

And my only fear's a wedding ring

And the truth been in hiding

Get that creativity within me when i hit that

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Went to another with my red complexion, knew i was a thief in hiding

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

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

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

Went to another with my red complexion, knew i was a thief in hiding

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Wasting all my creativity in all this complexity

These words spout you have a creativity drought

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud