This is a song about "Grey wolf"

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Watching grey matter separates from your cerebral cortex,

I'm chain smoking loud like it's a newport

Wolf of wall street my favourite sport

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Im the wolf in front of you sheep

The clouds are black and the skies are grey

Round my motherfuckin way

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

And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay

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

Nevermind i'm lyin she bumpin me all day

Break a bat, where’s the wolf?

I flash smiles at the mean looks

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

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