This is a song about "End of the day"

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

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

This is the end of my fucking song

Yea i'm livin' right these niggas dead wrong

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

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

Yeah they call me gucci, but i'mma buy you louis

Haters won't be the end of me,

You be get up on this fly shit baby

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

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

I'm ballin you niggas is arliss so watch this

To throw it all away

And at the end of the day,