This is a song about "Alter egos"

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

Malcom sex is just an alter ego

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Just a little sprung but don't call me on your period

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

Got the seven on me like vick jersey

Would it alter the course of my history?/

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

Propelling through heirs to alter the air of fairness offered

Would it alter the course of my history?

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Though music keeps to alter nose,

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Although thought that we would grow

Free from your alter ego