This is a song about "My alter egoes"

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I ain't married, but i'm tryna find a keeper

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

I didn't write this verse my fuckin alter ego did,

I'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

This is my original, my validation

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Would it alter the course of my history?/

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

My wondrous success bombs my regrets