This is a song about "Shadow clone"

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

But i am known to be blown, like a clone or a drone made of stone

I can't forget that your shadow will be my

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

I'm just another corporate clone

I'll follow you like your shadow does

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

They say my own shadow is out looking for trouble,

We original officially the most original

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

A shrouded cloaked confounded shadow protective hateful entity.

I'm scared of my own shadow

I ain't tryna brag though

About to block your light till you dont even have your shadow

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though