This is a song about "Sinking into the shadows"

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

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

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

Once more into the fray, once more into the fray!

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

Don't go running from the shadows

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

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

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

We emerged from the shadows. showed them what we got. on the date of april

Young fisherman sinking in lake michigan

Why me, i say it cause we number one

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Sinking y'all niggas, call you titanic