This is a song about "Shade"

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

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

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

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how i feel

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

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

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

So please just bury it in the shade,

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

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

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

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there