This is a song about "All in a day"

That's why i spend all day curled in blankets and pillows

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

The ball in my fingers. i be shooting threes outside all day with my hittas and i

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Take a shot for me/ back in the day

Think i need another play

And i been hustling all day, this a way, that a way

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

He sat around all day in his lazy boy.

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Fuck all slobs kill them with a knife bk all day every day crip life

Raised in a masacre, im a basterd till the day i die

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

(fast) i don't have all day i might be in a grave

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race