This is a song about "Sensation of creation"

My creation, world's decision

I am not the only one

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Edit words round to make a new rap creation

Comin' for the pharoah's kids, retaliation

My lines created on papers to be honest is a sensation

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

We are all god's creation, live from birth until cremation

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

It's a similar sensation/ as my mind is completely vacant

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Fission conflagration at the core of this sensation

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

To this slim shady sensation