This is a song about "Not a good day"

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

You in a day dream if you niggas do not agree with that

I may not be very good at this test thing and sometimes i need a little cheat

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

Prognosis not good, mam, your son is a cabbage

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you

But to this very day, not a single soul knew

You're lyrically outweighed, so afraid that i'll blow your rap up with a rhyme grenade

Today is not yo day, call in my parade for fucking you up like a renegade

For us to find our way

Everyday's a good day,

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

Always gonna treat you good, exactly like the first day.

How i seen my life being raised as good as a bad day yet i'm still

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill