This is a song about "Hiding my creativity"

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

Walking around hiding behind masks

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

And im just hoping creativity is swimming in my semen

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Humanty hiding behind the aggression,

You were still ducking running hiding from my previous diss

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

Prying doors open plus hiding in shadows my sight

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

Outta my hiding ground, time to listen to the sound, time to climb up this mound,

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

We smoke loud, might have to get your ears checked out

These words spout you have a creativity drought