This is a song about "She creeping"

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Gives me jumbled up thoughts creeping through my head

I’m up to six hundred bricks, started with two hundred grams

Creeping into real things, like maniacs

She loves me she loves me not

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Back in the motherfuckin bay

She didn't answer her she just looked away

Good and evil, deceiving deceitful like creeping people

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

And getting money is the song i sing

She say she tired of lying

Mmg chain, lookin' like a light show

I be, creeping lower than low

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

She said she wanna roll with me, she called me mister