This is a song about "Fifty shades of grey"

Split if fifty-fifty, get it, street struck, i'm spinnin' the truth,

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Guess i gotta work harder, make that change like fifty

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Fifty millions and we're still growing!

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

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

The clouds are black and the skies are grey

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

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

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

Tell me how can we live this way

Shifting on and on through the grey.