This is a song about "Shade"

In brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whip appeal

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

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

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

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

Thank you lord so long i prayed, took a little while but im out of the shade.

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

Hittin me with shade, worst than lebrons fade.

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

When you're sittin' on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up here

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

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

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

It's stepping in the shade to not get burnt

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first