This is a song about "Another"

I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right

Forced to live another day and die another night,

Just another face in the crowd.

And i don’t take no dames out

My wrist is all red from the cutter

Its been five years and here comes another

Hop off the bus

Here take another puff

Smoke one, spit another,

Wale, spitta, 9th wonder

I shine bright with any girl whether she make me hurl or twirl,

Another day and now another way forward without you girl.

Look another day another fucking dollar

I'm haunted by the thoughts of being husband, or a father

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

Another moment of revival.