This is a song about "Freddie gray"

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say

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

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

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

Now we livin’ much better, nigga, pay whatever

No matter of the gray, the clouds, or the stormy weather

The water i drink is gray-ish green, not sure if it's water or a creative scene.

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

When i lyrically diss you with my vocal cords, you say no, no, restart that flow is too much

Or i'll challenge myself: i manage to give you brain damage and put you in a gray package

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

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

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

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Freddie lips crimson and mistaken with the seagulls

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love