This is a song about "50 shades of granny"

Got on my darkest shades, this man is made

Low income no bills getting paid

Wack is what the haters say, this area with shades of gray,

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

You based your life off of 50's shit

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

50 blunts a day, that's my game, undeclared

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

You niggas ain't harden, you readin them 50 shades of gray books

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

50, thousand volts you're gunna save for later.

Who was at my house taking care of dying granny

And all women who had light features, see

Uh, this what's been on my mind

Leaving 50 ton ships fucken capsized