This is a song about "Honor joy respect ego face trust glory brag overbear swag"

And like to boast and brag

Wonder if they take it all back

I look into her eyes and it brings me joy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

You be on that stalker shit

His ego left bloated

When a rapper's tryna catch a flash of glory.

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Honor roll, fails, impossible,

I'm modest, and humble

Now this is not no ego strip, i won't brag about how many chicks

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Malcom sex is just an alter ego

I see'em grillin, i ate it though