This is a song about "Blacc shade to the window tint"

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

In the window, through the hall, up the stair way to your door

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

To the point that at 2 a.m. i would sneak in the window just to

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Take a shit out the car window

You niggas need an upgrade, chilling through the breeze in window shade,

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

But she sneaks out the window to meet with her boyfriend

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

But its thrown out the window

Ima keep that on the low

He talks to himself but nobody's there. a shade in the night, just a blare

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair