This is a song about "Being grey"

Take a backseat in my grey matter

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

But i - somehow, some way

Theres black white then me im grey

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

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

I’m being sarcastic,

Like he back that shit

We ain't poor, ain't middle class, we're in the shade of grey,

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

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

And we got history, let's repeat it the right way

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