This is a song about "Keeping secrets"

One time for the ville that cole rep

Headphones keeping loners in check/

But instead i got secrets plots and schemes 

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

These secrets i reveal they are just too big to conceal

And she gives them a blow

Keeping yours stuck like packed up snow.

We about to set this bitch on fire

Whisper naughty secrets while

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

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Ain’t no secrets anymore,

That's why you'll find her on the floor

Slit the veins keeping me alive

I'm everything that they call nice