This is a song about "The fag aaron jacob dick ball sack tall small skinny fat big little end tip deep throat dill pickle fifty shades of grey"

I love my city, fine girls, big tittys, suck a dick for fifty,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Now ur stuck in a pickle and this aint no dill

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

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

I spend it make it right back on a monday

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Deep ass wounds, sense of doom looms, trapped in the tomb, end it all

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

But this is a small step, i'm dreaming of running big

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

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

Well taking my big dick deep is the only way out