This is a song about "Blue and grey"

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

It's fucking grey and that shits hard enough to deal with to stay intact/

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

'bout wondering why the sky's blue, and what it tastes like

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

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

And told her to go to bed, her face turned blue,

Get some super glue, and stick your face to the blue page,

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

But i get you, i bang with you the long way

The clouds are black and the skies are grey

Well do you? i doubt it cause it's cloudy and grey

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say