This is a song about "Secret boy"

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

From the secret chamber's deep location underneath pavement

Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

Whispering to her pussy like a secret conversation

Saw you go out with my best friend and i kept it all a secret

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

There's a secret to rap, yeah and i found it

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Secret handshakes showin the manners of elitist,

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

Well i'll let you in on a little secret

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

An action word, a secret for centuries