This is a song about "Hard days"

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

I'm going hard for the days i was poor

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

Another magic spectacle, illusions for days,

Driving my car to a foreign place

Like leatherface got chainsaw blades for days

Just remember that there's brighter days

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

Bad days come and go, sad days come and go

Lie about the rough times hard days but why

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Like leatherface got chainsaw blades for days

Move like i’m walking with an open case

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Through the cloudy nights and stormy days