This is a song about "Fifty shades of grey"

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Walking around with two different sets of shades on,

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

And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Fifty millions and we're still growing!

50 shades of clay, tons of reasons why i’m mr. may.

Cause jesus wouldn't even be my friend on church day

Who said i don't rep, i am naija all day

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

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

Instead of these collections of grey. but i've got no way to gain, instead

The clouds are black and the skies are grey

I'm curious jorge, fuck what dem whores say

When you see the instant replay

Shifting on and on through the grey.