This is a song about "Long day from home"

That's real shit real nigga life

Every day from 9 to five

Chill with my crew on blacc friday

And it happens from day to day

Fucking slapstick emcees from your home to bronx

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

Money long from here to japan

Going to nyc from long island

If you ever feel alone and

I'm definitely in a class of my own

That's why i'm dropping poems from my southern shotgun home,

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

Ur just a retard mothfcker ive seen after a long day,

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

I'da ran away from home years ago,