This is a song about "Hiding in your shadows"

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

Hiding down ducking strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

Hiding reggie sacks in your socks

Fuckin' up my gold pots

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

Down in hell he is hiding, i'm trying to line him up

Prying doors open plus hiding in shadows my sight

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

Hiding in the trenches avoiding the ether bomb

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Im lurkin in the shadows waitin for him like a creepy old guy with a staple gun

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Get off a key like i can’t sing

And the truth been in hiding