This is a song about "Shade 45"

I could see its shade so clear i seen it in my head

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

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

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

Who said i don't rep, i am naija all day

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

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

So please just bury it in the shade,

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

Hittin me with shade, worst than lebrons fade.

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

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

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

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

Shoot bullets in your direction, 45 para

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah