This is a song about "Gray"

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

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

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

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

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

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

Haters dont know what to say club feel like the first of the month today

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

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

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

In perpetual brownout, seeing davis, gray scenes

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

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

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