This is a song about "F grey"

Cause this grey area i'm so familiar with

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

That's why they salty every where i swear its like a snow day

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

When she f***in' turns around

These sb's ain't never coming out

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

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

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

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

Her heart torn and snapped and turned grey

To throw it all away