This is a song about "My creator"

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

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

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

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

Watch outwell now they all say that vultures or parasites

My cash effected, my brain insane,

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Creator of natural disasters i'm the greatest disaster,

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

See my pain through my eyes,

Sit back and watch your sunrise