This is a song about "Gotta keep the mask on"

Man i'm mankind, just without the mask.

They could never understand

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

We popping bottles, it don't stop

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

I’m the guy in mask and you the fag around the blocks

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

I keep hearing to keep the faith and hold on to the truth.

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

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

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

Keep on following, i know the perfect place