This is a song about "From the shadows"

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

From the bottom to the top

Cuz i be hidden in a shadows like a fucking rat

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

From the gutter to the roof

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

But im the definition of darkness, don't go running from the shadows

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

We emerged from the shadows. showed them what we got. on the date of april

In the shadows of dark with no light around

Ride him all around, when he hits the ground

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

The ride starts in the kitchen, shadows making me jump

From the cradle to the grave

Henny in my cup don't need no chase