This is a song about "Gray"

Regardless to all them, i appease her

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

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

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

Everything picture perfect suddenly becomes gray,

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

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

In perpetual brownout, seeing davis, gray scenes

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

My minds astray, my hearts finally gray

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

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

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

I'll fuckin slice your tit off with a meat cleaver and stab you in the head so much