This is a song about "From the shadows"

I fucking hate this job

From the bottom to the top

Im lurkin in the shadows waitin for him like a creepy old guy with a staple gun

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

She crack a smile, i'm finna turn it out

In the shadows of dark with no light around

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

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

From the bench to the ball

Didn't do a thing at all

Prying doors open plus hiding in shadows my sight

Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right

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

Everything i wanted never seem so close

The ride starts in the kitchen, shadows making me jump

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt