This is a song about "Shadow from chat advenue"

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Gratitude for access to the shadow of greatness

First sceneproducers pointin' like action

Chat you up you come to my place for a ration

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

Chat so much shit you should speak threw a fart

That doesn't wanna let go so this shadow

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

To when we used to chat, wondering

But he don't rule a thing

It ain't with me you're fighting with but my verbal skill's shadow,

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

We hang at school and chat every night

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

I'm in traffic, distracted by the chat that i'm having