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

Remainers; talking i need help with finding my way home

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

I started to tear up, i ran away and hid

But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted

Why dont someone do something

Frightening, so fucking frightening

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

Didn't talk for months/ hid food because i couldn't get

Even if he listened and hid, i would of found

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

I gave them money to do something i want for

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor