This is a song about "Day parade"

Now i don't mean to rain on their parade, i just don't give false hope

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

See, i like the person that you are

Or my parade for that matter

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

#but #fuck #it like a gay parade, i'll leave y'all in that shade of gray,

If the parade was scheduled for third month.

In kitchen, whippin' blow, it got the same damn crumbs

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

We all drop the ef like its on parade

And of course on my parade it should fucking rain

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game

So imma chase money all day

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say