This is a song about "Chantelle gray"

I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember

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

Leave your show cancelled, leave 'em with no answer

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

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Don't wanna wake like jeremih, seeing macy gray dreams

Me and my homies, kick it like everyday

Everything picture perfect suddenly becomes gray,

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

I don't let that stress me out, i don't need my hairs turning gray.

My minds astray, my hearts finally gray

Of an odyssey, i’m a block away