This is a song about "T creek the geek"

The weed in me is real sticky

In piss creek with rumble from your city

You in the devils creek/ when you lose the paddle/ boy you betta learn to swim

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

T get this paper so my get to see the holiday

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

They have bitten the filth when they've wit#ness-#t his wits

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back