This is a song about "Last days of 3rd grade"

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

So no im blazing a biff of the dam grade haze

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

This is story of my four days inside

I can't stand the idiotic ideas of peoples these days

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

The feeling will only last for days

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

Because its basically blatant were at the end of our days

They call me the god of night and the king of days

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

You is not hip then i can not coach her

The days of our adventure

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Livin out till the last days livin it up till my heart stop