This is a song about "From the shadows"

Fuck it, im runnin into shadows blood stainin my sword

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

Here they keep a rachet close

Don't go running from the shadows

From the bench to the ball

Know you want me to fall

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Thought is shrouded in shadows murderous discretion is his profession

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

Blinded from the light emitted from serious a

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

But it’s hard to when you run and hide in the shadows of mine