This is a song about "Shadows"

That happen to act like a black president

The ride starts in the kitchen, shadows making me jump

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

Fuck it, im runnin into shadows blood stainin my sword

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

I'll decide,while i'm lurking in the shadows.

But it’s hard to when you run and hide in the shadows of mine

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

Im lurkin in the shadows waitin for him like a creepy old guy with a staple gun

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

Fast velocity, my shadows too slow to latch on to me

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Cuz i be hidden in a shadows like a fucking rat