This is a song about "Good secrets"

And getting money is the song i sing

There are some secrets that will soon be leaking.

Incisions long as a 36e cleavage while there yells are quieter then secrets,

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.

Before i'm gone, the secrets are not told to the youth,

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Cause we been off them slave ships

And if she leaks any secrets,

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

Now we're raking out our secrets in a leak, we got to fix it,

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

To expose all the secrets and truths, and finish my life and times,

Before i'm gone, the secrets are not told to the youth,

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut