This is a song about "The mole"

And that i spent the night with her

I'm the client you're the broker/

To take all those wrongs and make them right

In the face of the outside.

The streetz is aint the safe

Ben stiller, zoolander, same face

While gestapos stop, drop and roll, it's optimal to hide the mole

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Singing my life with his words