This is a song about "Secret admirers"

An action word, a secret for centuries

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

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

Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Quietly killing people in the night a secret in plain sight

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Secret handshakes showin the manners of elitist,

Enlightened searchers receive information on secret servers

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Wetter than a swish and i never miss

Secret missives to the mrs