This is a song about "Hiding the shadows"

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

Hiding under your bed waiting for the right time to strike

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

I'm tired of following other shadows,

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt

The ride starts in the kitchen, shadows making me jump

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Hiding in the trenches avoiding the ether bomb

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

Prying doors open plus hiding in shadows my sight

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

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Hiding the emotions that once haunted me