This is a song about "We threw that shade"

I done put a stop to that, threw my first punch, end of story

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

So please just bury it in the shade,

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Fly bitch gang we did that

Dc, wale - nice ball cap

12 bars later i'm thinkin we almost threw.

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

We all know that one person we detest

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

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

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Hittin me with shade, worst than lebrons fade.