This is a song about "Fun days"

Like laser rays and razor blades, for days and days,

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

I've met depression on numerous days

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Going for days and days unshaven

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

But because real life ain't no fun

Much fun growin up all alone.

Whip, plane, motions own

We just tryna have fun

Work straight out the kitchen

I'm cutting off your fun

I don't trust no one