This is a song about "Parade"

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

He's up front in a stomping parade but astrayed from the raid,

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

In rap is like basing parade off of cheese,

Of my rap ray. my parade day on may.

She say all men treat her wrong way

And of course on my parade it should fucking rain

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

#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.

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

There'll be a parade in my name

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke

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