This is a song about "Someone finding something i hid from them"

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

Remainers; talking i need help with finding my way home

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

But i can't just walk away from something so real

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

I'm finding ways, to get them fucking brats,

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

I heard something from the back, damn girl why are you screaming

Maybe this can all be something that i can escape from.

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

I from 3 dimensions that's just something i mention to get your attention

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Trouble always found me,no matter where i hid

I'll never be retro like a cool kid