This is a song about "Fifty shades of grey"

Walking around with two different sets of shades on,

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

Spineless see they slither, those serpents in the shade of grey,

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

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

To throw it all away

Shifting on and on through the grey.

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

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

Ya, laid in the shades of the everglades, finally forever paid, wearing

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

Take a backseat in my grey matter

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for