This is a song about "Sean gray"

When i lyrically diss you with my vocal cords, you say no, no, restart that flow is too much

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

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

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Don't wanna wake like jeremih, seeing macy gray dreams

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Life of a don, sean don, sippin never had a palm reader

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her