This is a song about "Sasha grey"

Cause it's friday, it's blacc friday

Theres black white then me im grey

Shifting on and on through the grey.

She say all men treat her wrong way

But i ain't get to see you today

Her heart torn and snapped and turned grey

And there's little to be glad for

Take a backseat in my grey matter

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

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

Instead of these collections of grey. but i've got no way to gain, instead

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

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

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

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

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