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

Back in the motherfuckin bay

Everyday's a good day,

All gay, it was a hell of a day, i killed you and the fetus

A fly nigga, i keep having the gravity grievous

Women front, they get its cold

Since i was a day old,

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

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

One day i was feeling a bit sad,

Where the black girls get their weaves back

I sell hot peas and butter, don't want to see you suffer

It was a good call to cover the cuts on the motherfucker

I was born with a good fate and a good beginning

I chase cheese i get it, nothing but cream i'm getting

Even good times has it bad times, but my good time was good cuz you were good

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look