This is a song about "Lamp shade"

On the day a hater treat a nigga like he fake

Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade,

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

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

If i die before i wake

Chilling out in the shade

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

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

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

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

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

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

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

As i draw, sketchy cats dye, then gain shade like a color pencil.

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

It's stepping in the shade to not get burnt