This is a song about "Following shadows"

I can taste the salt from my tears

Like shadows in the valley of death

Thought is shrouded in shadows murderous discretion is his profession

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Following me around,liking everyone i battle with

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

I'm tired of following other shadows,

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

The ride starts in the kitchen, shadows making me jump

Hat is always forest so the bitches call me gump

So many following, guess i’m towing

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

I got a gang of niggas iller than the devil and his following/

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

Cuz i be hidden in a shadows like a fucking rat