This is a song about "Shadow slayer"

They say that karats help your vision

Without a shadow of doubt i've won

A slayer more optimistic but one word will turn me ballistic

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

//me and great the king slayer

And there's little to be glad for

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Im the ross slayer my word is law i shock mayors

A shrouded cloaked confounded shadow protective hateful entity.

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

That doesn't wanna let go so this shadow

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

I'll follow you like your shadow does