This is a song about "50 shade of grey"

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

Instead of these collections of grey. but i've got no way to gain, instead

So please just bury it in the shade,

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

I want to feel her in every way

Well do you? i doubt it cause it's cloudy and grey

You got a pic of 50 cent and your a wack talker

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Is that ya story? a cache of grey tales seems statutory

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Or i'll withdraw with the force of a snake

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Pistols and fines, witness the lines of grey in the moral area

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh