This is a song about "Day of the ages"

Do you ever dream the day away thinking of your happy place

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer

It's just another day in the life of the author

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

I can construct torture devices not known to the middle ages

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Afraid every day will be the day of my last visit

Tripping off of acid since the start of the day

But i get you, i bang with you the long way

Never had the time of day to hear a white boy rhyme

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine