This is a song about "Alter egos"

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

Propelling through heirs to alter the air of fairness offered

Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid

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

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

I make gourmet compositions from the egos of rappers

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Would it alter the course of my history?

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

You alter-boys sucking without two front teeth

Malcom sex is just an alter ego

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

Though music keeps to alter nose,

Here they keep a rachet close