This is a song about "Shadow chronic"

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

I'll follow you like your shadow does

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

Life is ironic, cured hip-hop's chronic/

All black everthing on some jigga shit

Aroma all around me chronic

Let's sit back and watch the world burn, take turns, blaze chronic,

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

A shrouded cloaked confounded shadow protective hateful entity.

Spheres of shadow strike the gates

And no longing for dates

Blast the music up real loud, weed, beer, smokin' chronic,

Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit