This is a song about "Alter ego"

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Malcom sex is just an alter ego

Pockets on heavy d, bitch i'm hot, third degree

Trapped in your ego and lost your personality,

Free from your alter ego

Ran outside to see the big show

These bullets take me anywhere i go, my ego

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Your ego oversized, i advise to see a psychologist,

Though music keeps to alter nose,

Tryna stay clear of my foes

I didn't write this verse my fuckin alter ego did,

To look at you is painful, cuz i ain’t seen you naked

They're noisy they just strain me and my ego

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow