This is a song about "We threw that shade"

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

But lucifer's the one that wanted you, he threw the dog a bone,

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

Don't believe the words i threw?

And we got history, let's repeat it the right way

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

We all know that one person we detest

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

#but #fuck #it like a gay parade, i'll leave y'all in that shade of gray,

That's why they salty every where i swear its like a snow day

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

She self made, i'm self made

So i gotta spit to this

We on that skip bayless/