This is a song about "Hideaway"

In a private jet while i'm walking in

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Nigga you never left your mamas nest

And watch seja retreat and disappear like sarthaks hairline

The story of this little girl's world ends with a storm, now it's bedtime

I can get straight to the cash

They tripping from crack they stash

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Rather have a better lover then a lame lair

In the far back near the corner trying to take it in,

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

And you can't just retreat because you're in far too deep,

Fuck rap, i'll be a landlord so i can rape the tenants daughter

They turn back and see me battle on another corner