This is a song about "I ll make a spy kid out of you"

I remember as a kid i wrote you a little letter

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

New nickname for you kid, drip drip, whip whip it out you couldn't make

I'mma do the right thing though, take shock anyway

I think now i ll stop and call it a day..

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

That's my specialization/ i spy a perennial liberation/

I was a kid in need of help.

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Boss is my position, i got the ammunition

Cause you can make reality out of fiction