This is a song about "Mask hidden"

This type of godly shit i'm spittin', it's hidden,

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

The actual bitch of a person that hides behind my forever mask

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

I'm just a kid n' i acknowledge whats hidden

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Defer to pistols hidden in convertibles

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

The world's mask of sanity, has started slipping.

Tricks fast get past the bloody mask

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

My spitting systems are run by hidden pistons

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Beneath the mist, chillin in the hidden valley