This is a song about "The creatures"

Your gonna be on top nigga

I bring the heat like the

I descend from creatures that walked before the sun shined on the planet you call home

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

If your lucky to accept your sin then you must live with these creatures

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

The more battles the better the flows

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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