This is a song about "Gray"

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

In perpetual brownout, seeing davis, gray scenes

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

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

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

You niggas ain't harden, you readin them 50 shades of gray books

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

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

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

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

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

That's why they salty every where i swear its like a snow day

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for