This is a song about "Black shadows"

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

I'll decide,while i'm lurking in the shadows.

The villian’s back and venom black

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Thought is shrouded in shadows murderous discretion is his profession

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Don't go running from the shadows

Big homie hov said i am close

To their backs and attract the black on black

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

Black as black like the blacktop/

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Cuz i be hidden in a shadows like a fucking rat

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

And i thought i was black

Ain't even tryna hold back