This is a song about "Day of the arrow"

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

I wanna be with you every single moment of the day

Because at the end of the day,

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Tripping off of acid since the start of the day

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

When the present so powerful where the hour seem longer

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

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

The mundane acts of day to day without her just aren't the same.

Cause at the end of the day, we're all colleges in this,

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

At the end of the day he just wants to go home

Now i come fast like an arrow to the heart

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard