This is a song about "Dorian gray"

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

You niggas ain't harden, you readin them 50 shades of gray books

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

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

Wack is what the haters say, this area with shades of gray,

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

I never use a fork i always spoon her

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

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

My minds astray, my hearts finally gray