This is a song about "Being grey"

The clouds are black and the skies are grey

And talking shit we gon' party all day

What are we to do when our days are in a deep grey?

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

On the freeway to africa 'til i wreck my audi

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

So what i do is pray, no more days where the clouds are grey

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

I believed in a higher being.

Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping

Her heart torn and snapped and turned grey

And oh, i gotta find my way