This is a song about "Shadow the hedgehog"

Where weapons similar to dry grapes

Spheres of shadow strike the gates

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

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

Caring out the devils dirty work misses grim reeper shadow keeper

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

I can't forget that your shadow will be my

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

Shallow here, a shadow puppeteer of a lyrically ruthless buccaneer.

If you can't see a legend, i'mma make it clear: nigga i'm right here

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

Where her shadow cast, when she lands she'll smash like glass into the grass.

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls