This is a song about "Grey road"

Cause this grey area i'm so familiar with

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

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

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

Only hoping there's another day, anything but grey,

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

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

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

Everytime you come around

Tires screech on that road ground

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play

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

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

I've got so much to say

Shifting on and on through the grey.