This is a song about "Its everey day bro"

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

People dying all day homicide suicide its just the role of life,

Every dog has its day that aint essential

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Bro look at your face its a disgrace, to humanity, you look like you hit third

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

Preaching to the choir though

Are we living or dead bro

I want to feel her in every way

Its just another day in may

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

You're biting lyrics that's whacker than yours bro

Don't laugh bro, its not funny i'm hungry for lunch and shit

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

Thing you have upper "hand" against me, bro