This is a song about "Secret formula"

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

From the secret chamber's deep location underneath pavement

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

Enlightened searchers receive information on secret servers

People notice, try to focus. there's a secret bonus in between the lines.

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

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

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

To grow greenery from a secret scenery, green-leaved trees indeed.

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap

To fix dat shit, itll be our secret

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

If theres a formula to stop me i'd like to see it

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit