This is a song about "Whiter shade"

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

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

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Hittin me with shade, worst than lebrons fade.

See, my bitch is the type of bitch that gotta keep it real

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

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

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,

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

Fiends high as a kite, coke whiter than that captain kirk

Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work

Oh snap i am whiter than a paper on crack

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade,

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate