This is a song about "Grey hounds"

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

Knocking fuckas out, time to sleep, we hounds and your blood is a sign of meat

Hounds of hell gettin' hungry, you wanna hear 'em bark?

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

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

Why my life depend on what i'mma do today

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

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

In 2 to 6 hours

And they still at it like hounds

Shifting on and on through the grey.

And oh, i gotta find my way

It's fucking grey and that shits hard enough to deal with to stay intact/

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

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