This is a song about "Nicene creed"

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

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

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

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

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

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

And i'm a just take another guess

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

I pull out the creed but right before i started reading

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

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

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Indeed i strike assassins creed,