This is a song about "Full of secrets"

Boot full of the ounces

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Full of futile exercises, for a future full of bars

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I'm full of sin and shame

Hallow be thy name

Catch me with cup full of lean

I just know what you mean

Bitch you should see my wallet

Everything is just full of shit.

My personality is full of criminality

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see