This is a song about "We threw that shade"

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

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

I’m coming back like light-skin and

That we can't forget the past.

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Your lyrics im gna rip threw

You good man, we don't want you

When you're always going threw coherence

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

We get every thing that we want

I know my calling's worth like phone card

So please just bury it in the shade,

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

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Boston, threw the tea overboard