This is a song about "Gray"

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

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

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

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

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

What you calla lifetime, i just call a long day

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

Everything picture perfect suddenly becomes gray,

No matter of the gray, the clouds, or the stormy weather

They all are pretenders, i am the 7th letter

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