This is a song about "Days and mounth s"

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Everybody witnessed tombstone by taker and 2f5's by brock the baker

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

But folks just look at ‘em and stare, like they’re holding mac 10’s,

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

And it was late december, couple days, and merry christmas,

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

Through the cloudy nights and stormy days

And that´s how it has begun

I'm caged up in state prison

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

They say that i never cease to amaze

And never look back to your foolish days