This is a song about "Back in days"

This is no trial, this a closed case

When u saw me crossed in the past days

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

We hooked up 3 days later, in the back of my homeboys ranger.

Yo randall, i'm half of what you are in just 3 days

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Those days in november

Now back to the days when this started

But i remain the good kid

In the first days, shy and nervous

On the slow jam of love

A hazy glimpse of what's to come in the ensuing days/

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

Gentrification, rent just keeps raising in days and in weeks,

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means