This is a song about "Grey"

We ain't poor, ain't middle class, we're in the shade of grey,

I'mma do the right thing though, take shock anyway

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Watching grey matter separates from your cerebral cortex,

Pistols and fines, witness the lines of grey in the moral area

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Theres black white then me im grey

How i think about you every day

So what i do is pray, no more days where the clouds are grey

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

Cause this grey area i'm so familiar with

Welcome to hell, niggasi rock bad bitches

Spineless see they slither, those serpents in the shade of grey,

And i got 'em every day, every day

Just to go to liv on a sunday

The clouds are black and the skies are grey