This is a song about "Gray"

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

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

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

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

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

In perpetual brownout, seeing davis, gray scenes

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

Everything picture perfect suddenly becomes gray,

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

Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay

For all emcees please read this rap, specially the last part: cause it contains a worth message

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