This is a song about "Hiding in your shadows"

Its like i'm hiding deep within your sheets

In private, not public in the streets

In the shadows of dark with no light around

I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out

Hiding reggie sacks in your socks

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

The ride starts in the kitchen, shadows making me jump

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Went to another with my red complexion , knew i was a thief in hiding

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

And i'm hiding in your closet and imma come out of that shit like jason collins

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Haha ya got scared when i saw ya hiding underneath your jacket,