This is a song about "End of day"

At the end of the day, we all follow the same fate and

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Ain't no gimmick with the flow

That's the end of the masterbigt show/

For that that strict literary review, but at the end of the day its just something to work through

Get out the waykeisha now coming throughaye shawty what it dolet’s talk about me and you

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

Cause at the end of the day, we're all colleges in this,

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

You can do it unintentionally- but at the end of the day it is on you!

For that that strict literary review, but at the end of the day its just something to work through

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

And at the end of the day,