This is a song about "Back in the day"

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Back in the day the south showed no mercy for blacks

Yeah, back in the day my goal was slay

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play

Gettin pissed on the nite time and stoned in the day

Then some lady named billie holiday

It's soulja tell 'em remenice about up in the younger day

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

Never can i straight face

In the booth back to back wednesdays

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

A day like any other, flying a kite in the back with her brother

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

It's just a normal day in the world

I have no shame in it, pavin the way, embrace the day

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray