This is a song about "How everyday is the same"

Everyday is like the lottery, hes lucky to be alive

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

Your wake up everyday feeling the same wondering how to play the game

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

On how when you turned a fuck boy and the same day i turned celibate

Everyday i look up to that same blue sky,

Now everybody put your hands up high

How can you be on the same page when you skipped the first hundred pages?

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Making p's everyday taking belongings is the game

The cloth from which we came me and them is not the same

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

This is the same society

If everyones different how can they all be the same, see?

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party