This is a song about "Grey sweater"

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

And there's little to be glad for

Salt and pepper, and never even changed an old sweater.

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

You'll never catch me in the next man's sweater

Shifting on and on through the grey.

White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say

He still got the smell of my perfume on his sweater

Can't change who i am, i just try to get better

Take a backseat in my grey matter

And that i spent the night with her

I pipe in and one night her

M.e.k. jeans true religion sweater

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

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way