This is a song about "Eric having gray hair and big cheeks"

With his funny ass laugh and his fuckin shitty ass hair,

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

I held her hands, her tilted stance, and her dyed strands of rebel hair,

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

Spittin rhymes i'm on bros new beats a new girl and she got a couple of cheeks

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

I'm gettin blitzed and i reminsce on all the times we shared

Smoking weed having drinks and those days never end

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Everything picture perfect suddenly becomes gray,

I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way

I don't know,maybe i'm too gray and old

This shit would leave rosetta stoned