This is a song about "Days like this"

Please get hip to that new d.c. shit

Now back to the days when this started

Not like in the good old days when you looked up at me an said

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Because they weak, like seven days.

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Sike bitches these days are inside ugly like dykes

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

That i gained from my couple of days on this bubble

I’ve never felt like this

Or know them testament verses

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Going for days and days unshaven

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Facin' this blank page, feels like it's been eight days