This is a song about "Hayden grey"

Watching grey matter separates from your cerebral cortex,

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Advice and scribble my thoughts with grey pens

A coward dies a thousand deaths

The clouds are black and the skies are grey

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Hayden(starts crying): see? even doctors are afraid of me

Not a rapper, i’m a raptor

Take a backseat in my grey matter

Her heart torn and snapped and turned grey

This is hip hop for today

Hayden: please understand doctor

My records sell, yes sir

Its so simple to see things from a genius perspective

Hayden: you have no idea who your talkin with