This is a song about "Alter egos"

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

Free from your alter ego

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

Propelling through heirs to alter the air of fairness offered

Though music keeps to alter nose,

Here they keep a rachet close

You alter-boys sucking without two front teeth

Ima let her be by herself in peace

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

I make gourmet compositions from the egos of rappers

And egos get flipped, and i make faggots history

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Would it alter the course of my history?

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free