This is a song about "Todd in the shadows"

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

And when shit like what happened to amanda todd happens, we just sit around/

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

Cuz i be hidden in a shadows like a fucking rat

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Surrounded by shadows, who's near?

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Like shadows in the valley of death

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Thought is shrouded in shadows murderous discretion is his profession