This is a song about "50 shades of grey"

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

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Walking around with two different sets of shades on,

Her heart torn and snapped and turned grey

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

Ya, laid in the shades of the everglades, finally forever paid, wearing

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Spineless see they slither, those serpents in the shade of grey,

I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Watching grey matter separates from your cerebral cortex,

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

50 shades of clay, tons of reasons why i’m mr. may.

Shifting on and on through the grey.

And talking shit we gon' party all day