This is a song about "All days of the week"

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

A week, while the rest of the time you’re in a fucking daze

I'd stay at grans house as my parents worked at the shop all week

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

I'd stay at grans house as my parents worked at the shop all week

Blaze the weed, and burn a week of miseries.

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Tomorrow never cried, the days of our lives

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

I left the pages blank for all the thankless wasted days,

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

Angela..... forever changing my ways, here's to hopin she stays with me through all of my days...