This is a song about "Blind shadows"

Prying doors open plus hiding in shadows my sight

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Fast velocity, my shadows too slow to latch on to me

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

There must be another route, way out

In the shadows of dark with no light around

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

I'm tired of following other shadows,

We see less than the legally blind

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

Cuz i be hidden in a shadows like a fucking rat