This is a song about "Shade 45"

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

No days off and that's even on a snow day

Shoot bullets in your direction, 45 para

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

Spineless see they slither, those serpents in the shade of grey,

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

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

I'mma do the right thing though, take shock anyway

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

Dare piss me off, come, shoot you with this 45 glock

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

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

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Cause its been over 45 minutes

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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