This is a song about "Day"

Back in the motherfuckin bay

Live, and die, on this day.

Drug dealers til this day,

Observe: cock and spray

Missing you but taking it day by day

So close i could give flip a play

And it happens from day to day

Oh, why do i live this way

But more importantly taught me to pray

An hour away makes our day

Ruins every day

Word play, word play

But i ain't get to see you today

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

Cuz i never go a day