This is a song about "Bettet days"

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Like leatherface got chainsaw blades for days

The feeling will only last for days

They say that i never cease to amaze

It was normal, just for a few days

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

But i'm not in the first place

I'm ice cold like the winter days

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

Like laser rays and razor blades, for days and days,

Tryin hard to hide my face

Because they weak, like seven days.

The days i'm gone, are the days i cherish

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Cause these days, poppin is expected

No less profit, themed when we drop shit