This is a song about "Any given day we can kill the game"

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

And destroy any fuck boy who been pumpin the game with estrogen/

The struggle for the rhyme is real realistically speaking rhymes can kill.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Ima let her be by herself in peace

Any future we can weave, and if we leave

What’s on my mind at any given time of day

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

Yous a buster anyway, i can take you any day

What’s on my mind at any given time of day

If i can leave this place, and just get away

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

So we feel like we can kill defiance

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm

Its the life i was given, the day i was born