This is a song about "Hiding frm the cps"

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Are only going nsa on your ass, hiding the truth

Hiding under my bed and waiting till the danger passed away

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say

And the truth been in hiding

And my grandmother dying

Straight g thing, double m g thing

To all those hard times, hiding

From the womb, my newborn child

Stop hiding behind the blind

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

Hiding under your bed waiting for the right time to strike

Your balls hiding in their whites

Lights bulbs when wearin' that wig, flyin' kites

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Hiding in the trenches avoiding the ether bomb