This is a song about "Your the day without the shadow"

Past the end zone to your casket laid "oh happy day"

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Your poo, i mean pooh without the honey,

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

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

And you won’t have to live in the shadow

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

Far from an overnight achiever, cole is like the leader

Caring out the devils dirty work misses grim reeper shadow keeper

Yea, though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, i will fear no evil:

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

They ain’t fuck with me neither, 15 and high on reefer

Your old fashion, jurassic rap is #panned without the #peter,

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

Im going to be in your nightmares and dreams of the day