This is a song about "Every"

Gunsmoke every second, "every day, every fuck year! x3

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

And i would beat 'em every single minute, week, every night,

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

And every single weapon you have

Every punch need line, for every dollar sign,

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Every smile i was faking, every promise was breaking,

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Into the ground every day in every way, i'mma bash ém

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

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

How every choice and every move made