This is a song about "Behind the mask"

Man i'm mankind, just without the mask.

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

But life is the blame game , nothing else can mask my pain.

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

And the hugs from behind

Now walk to it with your land mind

You strap on the cape 'n mask, trying to end the joker's laugh.

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

In private, not public in the streets

A flashy king behind the scenes

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

I'm the reason behind every fall

Discarding the past year leaving the scars behind

Thank god for the free thinkers, for you keep me in mind