This is a song about "You got no place to hide"

Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right

//i ain't got nothin' to hide

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

Now you've got no place to claim, and call your own

You're a vestige that's meant to end, so full stop, you're sentenced and

Then you got to pacing off the place seething, to the racy bar you'd since fre-quent

Yo, fuck 2dopeboyz and fuck nah right

Why lie if u aint got shit to hide

No new kicks or dope hoodie to hide in my shame,

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

Lesnar you better go and hide

I heard that statistic i almost cried

In my head theres no place to escape what is not

I can only imagine, uncle bob