This is a song about "A secret history"

It's a mystery why you think you'd be anything less than history.

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

I know we have history, and i agree it is a misery,

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

People notice, try to focus. there's a secret bonus in between the lines.

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

My motherfucking life has been a secret and a blatant lie,

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

I crave victory, but i don't copy a rapper's history,

That you selling rides on the white horse right up out your crib

Saw you go out with my best friend and i kept it all a secret

Is just history, no longer a mystery,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free