This is a song about "Your creature"

I'm fittin' shit, your hatin' it, your littleness, your genitals.

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Something worth dying for

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

They say damn, that dude right there isa creature,

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

So i'm one with that

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Big red creature with a six pack of the apocalypse

I walk around understanding the politics

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

Parking lot of the blue flame

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Your on fire.. your on fire