This is a song about "Secret identity"

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

Well i'll let you in on a little secret

My secret is search and destroy

My team winning that's a fact boy

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

From humanity i have been through shit my identity is unknown

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

I hide my true identity like the top gear stig,

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

Whispering to her pussy like a secret conversation

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Enlightened searchers receive information on secret servers

Go and ask fenty, hating ass nigga, sweeter than a simply

Do you know me? tattered soul with no compass or identity