This is a song about "The creatu"

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

And i can't help but stare, cause

The street slang i be speakin in code

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

The water from the past is the same water in the present

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Endless the days, forever the nights,

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Put my number in your phone

As the king upon the throne