This is a song about "Grey hair"

Is heaven just another door? and my people say

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Watching grey matter separates from your cerebral cortex,

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

Well do you? i doubt it cause it's cloudy and grey

P.s hey, how long will they mourn you? forever and a day

Yeah i like that long hair,

U got all them drums in there

Here they keep a rachet close

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.