This is a song about "The creator"

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Like tyler creator oh shit black momba's back lyrical insomniac flow is high

Never seen a creator consulting his users all the others are faggots, all the others are losers

Your mother was a baby boomer i fucked her on a table at hooters and passed her to my shooters

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Amir, the creator of the site, but somethin ain't right. makes me question how legit your

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

I'm the creator of cooking people til they're thick and crispy like baked potatoes.

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

That's why she ignore my flowers

Creator of natural disasters i'm the greatest disaster,

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her