This is a song about "Niggas quick to hide and scared to seek"

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

While gestapos stop, drop and roll, it's optimal to hide the mole

Youve got no where to hide

I hope she's goin' home with me tonight

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

But im back to seek redemption, i forgot to mention,

//i ain't got nothin' to hide

Don't worry just done get inside

They call me conscious, and i think i'm better

Educate and create a way to hide your treasure

Bout to get tackled quick

She's cute but her forehead's big

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

While gestapos stop, drop and roll, it's optimal to hide the mole