This is a song about "Secret"

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

On a little secret, don't judge a book by it's cover

I'm a force to be reckoned with

Secret missives to the mrs

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

But now the truth is not a secret, it just flew with the birds

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Wrapped up in degrees of these secret organizations,

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

My motherfucking life has been a secret and a blatant lie,

Hiding my secret life as i lure you to my lair, the time-

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