This is a song about "Chasing shadow"

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Gratitude for access to the shadow of greatness

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Chasing lettuce with rebels avoiding temples no heaven

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I feel my mind racing, cause i know that im chasing

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

About to block your light till you dont even have your shadow

Cause my thing something vicious

I'll follow you like your shadow does

A shrouded cloaked confounded shadow protective hateful entity.

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I never fit in with them light skins

Chasing the visions of perfect renditions

That doesn't wanna let go so this shadow

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though