This is a song about "Secret hate"

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

Quietly killing people in the night a secret in plain sight

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

From the secret chamber's deep location underneath pavement

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Wrapped up in degrees of these secret organizations,

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

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

Whispering to her pussy like a secret conversation

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

I hate all yall, i hate law and hate the great lakes

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

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