This is a song about "Freddie gray"

I don't know,maybe i'm too gray and old

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Ya battling freddie the red 'n black sweated lumberjack.

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

I don't let that stress me out, i don't need my hairs turning gray.

What you calla lifetime, i just call a long day

With a freddie cruger glove peeling at your meat

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Don't wanna wake like jeremih, seeing macy gray dreams

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

#but #fuck #it like a gay parade, i'll leave y'all in that shade of gray,

Freddie lips crimson and mistaken with the seagulls

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

My minds astray, my hearts finally gray

Get in the mood on blacc friday