This is a song about "Christian grey"

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

No more lingering smell of christian dior,

Like hoes down in magic city

But im christian so logically

Her heart torn and snapped and turned grey

And talking shit we gon' party all day

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

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

The clouds are black and the skies are grey

Got problems, what? i can't say

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

Shifting on and on through the grey.

Of impactful things one can ask for

Take a backseat in my grey matter

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

Don't call this an attack, in honesty, i'm a christian,