This is a song about "Little secrets"

Illuminati's all seeing eye, constant survillance no secrets you cant hide dont try

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

And talk some more shit

Got secrets? you spew it.

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Little scrapes, little dents - i got over

And my songs when they reach they official

Their influence though, is so largely little

My friend got a girlfriend to which he told his secrets,

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

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

Now we're raking out our secrets in a leak, we got to fix it,

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket