This is a song about "Chantelle gray"

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

I don't know,maybe i'm too gray and old

But looks like nothings in there it's just gray matter

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

You niggas ain't harden, you readin them 50 shades of gray books

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

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say

My minds astray, my hearts finally gray

Over infatuated with old habits thats why im askin "how the fuck is this a challenge?"

Or i'll challenge myself: i manage to give you brain damage and put you in a gray package

But what i do know, is that he's real and he lives forever

No matter of the gray, the clouds, or the stormy weather

Everything picture perfect suddenly becomes gray,

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say