This is a song about "Secret identity"

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

You dudes fakin' your identity just like they need that bourne back.

She dont have a problem with, with

Secret missives to the mrs

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

And make fools wanna change their identity

Stripped of all basic necessities, given a new identity

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Well i'll let you in on a little secret

Three times cause fate had my side

Secret shame we try to hide

You would definitely be able to retain your identity

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

Whispering to her pussy like a secret conversation