This is a song about "Shade"

Quit the job baby, come and fuck me all day

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

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

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

Chilling out in the shade

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

I feel good, i look great

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

Turnt up like everyday only question which club i'mma hit today

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

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

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

It's stepping in the shade to not get burnt

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