This is a song about "Off days"

Another magic spectacle, illusions for days,

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

And never look back to your foolish days

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

They say that i never cease to amaze

Through the cloudy nights and stormy days

I can rap for days and days, but i'm already a veteran

Hittin' curbs and blastin' erick sermon drunk off english bourbon

And i just love your flashy ways

Enjoy your limited days,

Like leatherface got chainsaw blades for days

Move like i’m walking with an open case

Like laser rays and razor blades, for days and days,

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

Uhh these rappers aint shit now a days,

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face