This is a song about "Shadows on the boulevard"

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Never driving through the boulevard, full of future stolen cars

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

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

Thought is shrouded in shadows murderous discretion is his profession

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

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

Full of shit, like i ate that john

' alright, already, the show goes on

Surrounded by shadows, who's near?

This batmobile is real hard to steer

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

I'm tired of following other shadows,