This is a song about "Sam gray"

I don't let that stress me out, i don't need my hairs turning gray.

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

From a couple feet awaybut stay away

Everything picture perfect suddenly becomes gray,

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Shit is over i'll drive over you in my rover damn, i'm the son of sam you vultures

We forever be real, we'll never fold

I don't know,maybe i'm too gray and old

Over infatuated with old habits thats why im askin "how the fuck is this a challenge?"

Or i'll challenge myself: i manage to give you brain damage and put you in a gray package

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

The water i drink is gray-ish green, not sure if it's water or a creative scene.