This is a song about "Money for days"

Say you through will all my foul ways

The feeling will only last for days

Man in the race for souls for money

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

It was normal, just for a few days

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Just grazin for days on a thousand laughs.

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Like leatherface got chainsaw blades for days

This felony coup confused me, i sweated profusely for days

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

Anint shit funny, for the money

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three