This is a song about "The nations shadow"

Where her shadow cast, when she lands she'll smash like glass into the grass.

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

I was raised from the ashes of my nations quarrels

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Corporations lock the nations, populations know the same profit,

My lawyer came to court, man he was higher than the comet

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

My flow makes the economy, rise higher than our nations bureaucracy,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Waitin' in the fields to pick the cotton, sick and rotten nations,

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Better things to do/ then live in the sinister shadow of man who hurt you

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

Gratitude for access to the shadow of greatness

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status