This is a song about "Hiding my creativity"

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

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

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

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

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.

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

And the truth been in hiding

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Ile find my target where ever its hiding,

Humanty hiding behind the aggression,

In this cold world, it's all about collection

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Still residing waiting and hiding