This is a song about "From the shadows"

And i ain't tryna be trife when i call 'em out

In the shadows of dark with no light around

Thought is shrouded in shadows murderous discretion is his profession

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

From the cradle to the grave

Tryin hard to hide my face

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Blinded from the light emitted from serious a

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

The first rap from my back from the coffin series.

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

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

From the gutter to the roof

A far reach from them rap dudes

Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

As the shadows draw near shh dont make a sound