This is a song about "Freddie gray"

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

Wall street bankers' wallets get padded, remember freddie mac?

Ya battling freddie the red 'n black sweated lumberjack.

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

By skies that bowed to rain, it was gray, prayed every day

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

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

With a freddie cruger glove peeling at your meat

And i don't care what a bitch say, i'mma be like this till i get gray

As: my dad can’t satisfy her in the bedroom ever since he passed away

In perpetual brownout, seeing davis, gray scenes

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

But looks like nothings in there it's just gray matter