This is a song about "The creatures"

I'm the operator, the administrator.

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

My lair is down a deep rut in a world of foreign creatures

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

You made me wanna

I bring the heat like the

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

I gun down all creatures, believers, preachers and leaders!

Half a millie on the road, y'all relyin on features

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Skies black and flashes lightning at creatures