This is a song about "My and my boyfriend hiding"

If he keep going, pass the torch to him

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

Don't play the beat, you might start singing boyfriend instead of my track,

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

Hiding my secret life as i lure you to my lair, the time-

I’ma show you why the ring finger need a peace sign

These my rhymes and my story

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Still residing waiting and hiding

But he don't rule a thing

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Everyone's an attacker hiding behind bad grammer and slander

Hiding under my bed and waiting till the danger passed away

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way