This is a song about "Keep unwanted secrets"

I feel lost and unwanted

Gotti here, i’m in this shit

When you spill out hits

Telling your bestfriends secrets

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

And other people stopped bothering me with there old and new secrets,

Ain’t no secrets anymore,

And there's little to be glad for

So here i am at the store for some chips

Red eyed demons whispering the devils secrets

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

Home has been robbed by unwanted burglars

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

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

Keep fighting , keep believing

Questioning the whole meaning