This is a song about "Shade"

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

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

So please just bury it in the shade,

We both had dreams of being great

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

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

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

Cause jesus wouldn't even be my friend on church day

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

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

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

He's a buster anyway, i can take him any 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

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there