This is a song about "Hidden"

It's my fact y'all are fiction with diction

But i'm hidden in addiction

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Defer to pistols hidden in convertibles

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

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

Get blown like lawn leaves

Hidden behind the screens

Show the world everyone's hidden noose tied rope

Shorty been fly forever, these bitch's parachutes broke

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

My spitting systems are run by hidden pistons

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Audemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocks

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

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks