This is a song about "Economic development of the day"

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

Do you ever dream the day away thinking of your happy place

So, they hate and they say

And at the end of the day,

It's like my first day of the school year,

A couple of sprites but no beer

You watch your mouth around my mama you couldn't cuss mani had a down ass homie though; we ran the streets

The pain of the memories of you in the hospital last, forever and a day it seems.

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

Tripping off of acid since the start of the day

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

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

Early in the development "special" list,my flows are pestilent known to leave

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please