This is a song about "Lord grey"

Another round what the song say

Oh lord like it's sunday

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Watching grey matter separates from your cerebral cortex,

All you need is your passport

Praise to the heavenly lord.

He appreciates your support

You say prasie the lord

Christianity islam involve the lord

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

Theres black white then me im grey

I can't keep running away

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

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