This is a song about "Days of the week"

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

Those october days, we'd explore the fields of wonder

I can't stand the idiotic ideas of peoples these days

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

Cuz i wanna keep the heck off the cover of the national news week,

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

They call me the god of night and the king of days

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

One of these days the feeling will be amazing.

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

I'll beat you any day of the week with rhymes, comebacks, and shit i proclaim.

Alright that shit i know was weak, but by the end of the week, youll become a freak,

What transpires since the day the seeds were plantedthe g grew but we knew we'd have a clique

One of these days the feeling will be amazing.

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king