This is a song about "Day camps"

One day we're perfect, planning out our wedding day.

Me and my homieskick it like everyday

Better watch out cuz one day

No one knows what to say

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Leave you captured in fascist camps with death traps

Then some lady named billie holiday

Yet i still manage every day.

Live, and die, on this day.

We've gon so far astray

I want to feel her in every way

And it happens from day to day