This is a song about "Cool grey"

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school

Crockadillys be so rad, and cool

And oh, i gotta find my way

The clouds are black and the skies are grey

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

It's fucking grey and that shits hard enough to deal with to stay intact/

But i'm done teachin' niggas though it's school

Even then sluts thought "damn hes cool"

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

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

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away

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

Take a backseat in my grey matter

I never use a fork i always spoon her

If you aint cool with me i aint cool with u

And if i do go you better come through