This is a song about "Ego killer"

Trapped in your ego and lost your personality,

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

Critics’ drool a miniscule growth in his ego

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

I'm gonna deliver that killer punch

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

They're noisy they just strain me and my ego

Malcom sex is just an alter ego

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though