This is a song about "Alter egos"

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

And egos get flipped, and i make faggots history

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

Bring your pops to school today for twelve years i cheated

Propelling through heirs to alter the air of fairness offered

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

Free from your alter ego

You know i be teasing, though

Though music keeps to alter nose,

Like a line full of hoes

Would it alter the course of my history?

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

I make gourmet compositions from the egos of rappers

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes