This is a song about "Back oly my shadow"

I'll follow you like your shadow does

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

I can't forget that your shadow will be my

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

I know what it takes

Spheres of shadow strike the gates

With young randy to pat my back

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Ok you think a nigga shallow

That doesn't wanna let go so this shadow

Snapple fact: you rather wack

So, tell my haters fall back

Until you go behind my back

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

My four-four's givin payback

The role so if you rub my back