This is a song about "Secrets and lies"

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

And other people stopped bothering me with there old and new secrets,

Since knee high, i see lies, and here i'm deranged

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

Ripe and furbished with lies and cries tied in earth's cervix

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

You drown in your lies, and wasted hit the floor

Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more

Ripe and furbished with lies and cries tied in earth's cervix

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Walkin' up and talkin' lies, you want something for free?

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Telling your bestfriends secrets

Blew money like six crips

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

And if she leaks any secrets,