This is a song about "Alter egos"

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Would it alter the course of my history?

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

I make gourmet compositions from the egos of rappers

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

She probably had a reason though

Free from your alter ego

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

And egos get flipped, and i make faggots history

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

You alter-boys sucking without two front teeth

Malcom sex is just an alter ego

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

Propelling through heirs to alter the air of fairness offered