This is a song about "Gray sweatshirt"

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

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

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

That's word to mr. sweatshirt let me get back

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

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

Everything picture perfect suddenly becomes gray,

Is heaven just another door? and my people say

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

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

But, justin you wouldn't have the hood behind you if you wearing a sweatshirt