This is a song about "Hiding in your shadows"

Hiding reggie sacks in your socks

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

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

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

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

Escape from the demons that are hiding in us all

You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football

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

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

And my grandmother dying

And the truth been in hiding

Hiding in the trenches avoiding the ether bomb

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand