This is a song about "Living in the shadows"

Living in the matrix

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

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

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Not living in the stars with an angel in your bedding,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

They at the same spot they making no progress

Like shadows in the valley of death

Freestyle, off the dome, living like i lived in rome

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Don't go running from the shadows

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Thought is shrouded in shadows murderous discretion is his profession