This is a song about "My alter egoes"

Yo, turn me up some

My words are my rhythm

See my pain through my eyes,

Right flows down and they might go nice

Grab my knife and my gun

Cold world no blanket son

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Would it alter the course of my history?/

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Than the muse of a family

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks