This is a song about "Blast rhymes all day"

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

All these backstabbing fags i blast em back to the past

Confided in my boyfriend and talked all day

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way

Be wearin crockadillys all and every day

And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

Some day i hope you all holler back

Gotta say it was a good day

Grind all day til the family okay

Wear that diamond and rep it all day

I need money in a major way

Do it, okay, okay

We used to stay there all day