This is a song about "Among the hidden"

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

My written's imprinted in the hidden book of the dead

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

The science with hidden places n' government leaving clues and traces

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Hidden behind the screens

The hidden deeper means

Now i'm living out my dreams

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

Beneath the mist, chillin in the hidden valley

To be the best among and rise above the rest of these phony fakes

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

I said alright, enthused that my lord gave a listen

I see the cobras that's spitting, in the grass that hidden