This is a song about "Shade"

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

We ain't looking for loving here, only cus it's summer here

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

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

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

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

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

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

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

And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay

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

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade,

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate