This is a song about "Fifty shades of gray"

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Farenheit four fifty one i'm on fire

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

Everything picture perfect suddenly becomes gray,

My minds astray, my hearts finally gray

Then some lady named billie holiday

Kill one; we send fifty-thousand to reinforce

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

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

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Shady, fifty, d.r.e., d o double g,

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money