This is a song about "Fake feelings heartbroken shadow demon sad"

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

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

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

That doesn't wanna let go so this shadow

It ain't with me you're fighting with but my verbal skill's shadow,

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

I grasp the defining soul of demon,

Out of this coviction of feelings

Before we see it's hard to live

While scheming on hits

Words cannot describe my feelings

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

The demon in me finally awakened

Most of you are heartbroken, stop the rapping, and start smoking.

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing