This is a song about "Cool grey"

Fuck it, call me a heathen, that's cool

So like i said before don't act a fool

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

He's a buster anyway, i can take him any day

She can't know where my mother stay

Her heart torn and snapped and turned grey

6 months, right back on the damn block anyway

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

That high school sounded cool

Back in tha old school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Even then sluts thought "damn hes cool"

You wanna be a star, you have ya own day

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

We get our chefin on, chefin on everyday

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