This is a song about "Athletic day"

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

And how he gave him ass play, all day, every day

Im im on tha way

Its time for judgment day

Much like sobriety brings anxiety to alcoholics day after day.

The social workers here everydaynow brenda's gotta make her own way

Day in day out the lyrics would flow,

Ha, in your loophole though

So athletic at this rap game eat the track like chocolate chips

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

So peace will reign one day

After that, she say

Yet i still manage every day.

Few chips, i get out n' spray