This is a song about "Evan gray"

And i don't care what a bitch say, i'mma be like this till i get gray

Owed the dope man for his productand he swore if he did not pay

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

Everything picture perfect suddenly becomes gray,

In perpetual brownout, seeing davis, gray scenes

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

By skies that bowed to rain, it was gray, prayed every day

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

Don't wanna wake like jeremih, seeing macy gray dreams

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

#but #fuck #it like a gay parade, i'll leave y'all in that shade of gray,

The-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today