This is a song about "Lord grey"

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

Only hoping there's another day, anything but grey,

You say prasie the lord

He appreciates your support

Her heart torn and snapped and turned grey

For a perfect mother’s day

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

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

What are we to do when our days are in a deep grey?

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Advice and scribble my thoughts with grey pens

Competition on the court

Praise to the heavenly lord.

Hit you from a block away

Oh lord like it's sunday