This is a song about "Gay shade"

If i can leave this place, and just get away

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,

Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade,

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

Who’s iller, i’ll wait

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

Little gay looking boy

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

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

We at the top where we belong

"you already wrote the gay song

Thinkin' why it's not south beach everyday

We ain't poor, ain't middle class, we're in the shade of grey,

Spineless see they slither, those serpents in the shade of grey,

Why my life depend on what i'mma do today