This is a song about "Every"

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

She likes casinos every other night

How every choice and every move made

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Crashin every rec, passing every test, snapping every neck

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

Every girl running hard.

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Im your every single sin in life, and every single little vice

With every syllable,every hit on the cymbal,

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Im looking better every day but every day he looking gay

About the-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

Every rhyme has improvisation every time

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime