This is a song about "Shadows on the boulevard"

But im the definition of darkness, don't go running from the shadows

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

I'm tired of following other shadows,

Grab that knife, go on a boulevard, kill every one there, and to be smart

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

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

Tell that bitch hop out, walk the boulevard

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Im burnin tires comin down the boulevard higher then a heaven choir

Don't go running from the shadows

Guess i’m different than most

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Surrounded by shadows, who's near?