This is a song about "My creator"

Zoning my 6 -rillo legendaries forever

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

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

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

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

My fliest days and my plummets... my random flaws in abundance,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

These my rhymes and my story

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

It ain't hard to make money

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what i'm saying, y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game

Forget not amir the creator, who can plant a fear like a gator we all in your train

The white boy blossomed after dre endorsed him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration