This is a song about "Whiter shade"

20$ for a small coffee, it's whiter than ireland

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

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

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

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

I just hope the future's brighter, my face is getting whiter

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

You might be whiter than a paper on crack,

It's stepping in the shade to not get burnt

Ummnow i dun been around the world

Chilling out in the shade

We both had dreams of being great

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

Her nose is whiter than russia in the winter time