This is a song about "My disguise"

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

But, my only real fate is to be a killer in disguise

Confused to ever near disguise

Call the network dipset family ties

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

I diss guys to da skies for being fags in disguise

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

I'll arrive in disguise and misfire shots

Attention is a must

My streaks my testament.

From jacob's ladder following me from behind, blood stained disguise,

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

That was a blessing in disguise like jamaicans getting high,

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try