This is a song about "All in a day"

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

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

But like the sun in a foggy day

Got problems, what? i can't say

At the end of a day all i do is hang in the balance

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

Became depressed , all day ate and slept/ hygine wasnt a

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

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

Spending all day on the net becoming a real nerd

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

I'm on that way to kill 'em all in one day

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play