This is a song about "Whiter shade"

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

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

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

Hittin me with shade, worst than lebrons fade.

Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade,

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

And then along came the wrong man for her

Allegedly dead and rapping whiter/

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

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

Why my life depend on what i'mma do today

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

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

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

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

Okay i think its time we make moves, no clothes required here