This is a song about "Day n nite"

Tried perfecting my letters n

Suck my lolly pop then

Pretending to be awake 'n

Make them more insecure when they caught one

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

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

Sure he died in 96 n

Vijay singh and all of them

Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

I could do this all day 'n diss you with my feet laid back

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Sign on my dick that say

Needlin' through his day to day