This is a song about "Lord grey"

Fresh out the airport

You say prasie the lord

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play

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

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

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

Rub my back, then let me lay

Oh lord like it's sunday

The clouds are black and the skies are grey

Then some lady named billie holiday

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Christianity islam involve the lord

Ambition is still very big

Lord just look up lucid

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

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