This is a song about "Love creator"

On the road to riches this is the fork i'm hitting

She's every love song that i love singing

See i'm breathing for a purpose

Who cares about hearts and love

I make my own decisions, i'm the creator

Miss i want to read into your nature

Your mother was a baby boomer i fucked her on a table at hooters and passed her to my shooters

Never seen a creator consulting his users all the others are faggots, all the others are losers

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I'm the creator of cooking people til they're thick and crispy like baked potatoes.

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

Creator of natural disasters i'm the greatest disaster,

Baby if you want my love

And now it's clear as this promise

Love rapping love sneakers above those

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes