This is a song about "Sasha grey"

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

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

So, they hate and they say

Theres black white then me im grey

Huh, i can't interpret her

Take a backseat in my grey matter

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

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

And i got 'em every day, every day

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

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

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

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