This is a song about "Shadow track"

Rapping so fast/smacking this track

Yeah, the sex in the sack

A shrouded cloaked confounded shadow protective hateful entity.

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

I'm scared of my own shadow

Ran outside to see the big show

Without a shadow of doubt i've won

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Where the black girls get their weaves back

But time to get on track

You aint back on track,your murdered on a track

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

In the shadow he is learking and jerking when

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Cant you get rich off your own track