This is a song about "Hidden love"

A hidden past of pain living's had a price to pay,

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

[h] hone the hideous image hidden, of being homeless,

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Defer to pistols hidden in convertibles

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Your only chance to change is the hidden path of pain.

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

Wonder how shit like the qu'ran and the bible was written

That shit's clear to me, i want anyone dear to be hidden,

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

My words move like soldiers, my hidden legions/

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

Drugs hidden in my shorts, fill the street corners with kids