This is a song about "Nicene creed"

Feel need to feel my creed the im picking ya to be the next

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I was given a life, a creed, a fallacy.

Indeed i strike assassins creed,

Sometimes i think, what i need

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

Core of complete mess in store for con's creed, yes

I pull out the creed but right before i started reading

Give me a reason why i'm not the best breathing

Core of complete mess in store for con's creed, yes

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

You look like a hallucination from speed, a rejected breed, victim of an pro's creed/

Hands on the pump, makem jump when its cocked backfuckem all they're bitches inside a world of weak