This is a song about "Day n nite"

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Its like day n nite, malice in my habits

So close i could give flip a play

And it happens from day to day

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n

And oh, i gotta find my way

Needlin' through his day to day

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

Go home a nite to find that my mums brought a crate

I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day

The social workers here everydaynow brenda's gotta make her own way