This is a song about "Hiding my creativity"

Your generativity is on the low, your creativity would never show

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

I'm looking for a hiding station and my heart is racing

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

Outta my hiding ground, time to listen to the sound, time to climb up this mound,

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

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

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

Putting on a smile , hiding my pain but is only for awhile.

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Ile find my target where ever its hiding,