This is a song about "It was a good day"

Instead of livin sad in jail i coulda died free and happyand my cellmate's raped on the norm

February seventh is the day i was born but it is also a day that rappers mourn

It was me who received all the good luck

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

I was born with a good fate and a good beginning

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

By skies that bowed to rain, it was gray, prayed every day

Wait, you wanna fuckin' drown? go ahead

But it didn't matter, she was a good as dead.

Im so bonkas, im not conscious

It was such a bad day when the pricks told us

Since i was a day old,

All this paper i fold

It'd be thinking giving you a chance was a good idea

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh