This is a song about "50 shades of gray"

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

Everything picture perfect suddenly becomes gray,

Walking around with two different sets of shades on,

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

I gotta wear the shades like this just until the sun's gone.

I feel goodgot some time off, girl it's been so long

You can feel it via spirit

You based your life off of 50's shit

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

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

Got on my darkest shades, this man is made

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away

And i don't care what a bitch say, i'mma be like this till i get gray