This is a song about "End of day"

And at the end of the day,

Hit it or four play

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

Past the end zone to your casket laid "oh happy day"

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

At the end of a day all i do is hang in the balance

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

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

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

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

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish