This is a song about "Shade"

It's stepping in the shade to not get burnt

This pain she inherit can't be reversed

So please just bury it in the shade,

The proverbial lemonade that i made

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

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

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

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

They fasting they won't leave me ate

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

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

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

Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade,

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake