This is a song about "Whiter shade"

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

I got snider bitches that whiter than the drugs they sniff

Her nose is whiter than russia in the winter time

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

You might be whiter than a paper on crack,

Me and folarin mmg gon' bring that warner back

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

Cause jesus wouldn't even be my friend on church day

So please just bury it in the shade,

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

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

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

As i draw, sketchy cats dye, then gain shade like a color pencil.

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

My reflection contagious, i’m the messenger here