This is a song about "End of the day"

Give them something to live for instead of the week end,

So the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Either way, at the end of the day, i drown you in hay,

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

This is the end of my fucking song

You were right here all along

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

From the day that i met her until the nurse at the very end.

I'm gettin blitzed and i reminsce on all the times we shared

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

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

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