This is a song about "Every"

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

In every thought, in every word

I said that i loved you, heartbeats when you get near

Writing rhyme after rhyme every year

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

Pray every sunday, go to work every monday/

Every rhyme has improvisation every time

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

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

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

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

And every single weapon you have

And i got that drive and she just might crash

Every day a reminder to some

Riding around with ms. reece and them