This is a song about "Grey"

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

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

Nigga so focused, shout out that ? a quarter six forty

Is that ya story? a cache of grey tales seems statutory

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

So you should move away, or join the dude 'n play

Take a backseat in my grey matter

Hold up, loud packs like i got cancer

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Watching grey matter separates from your cerebral cortex,

Cause this grey area i'm so familiar with

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

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

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