This is a song about "Christian grey"

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Be praying like i'm a christian

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

But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen

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

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

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

Nevermind i'm lyin she bumpin me all day

She so christian, i went missin'

Girl listen, trying to position

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

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

But i ain't get to see you today

Shifting on and on through the grey.

We get our chefin on, chefin on everyday

Only hoping there's another day, anything but grey,