This is a song about "Party all day"

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

She say she fucking with me the long way

Some day i hope you all holler back

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

Now you all are crazy day to night

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

It's same shit everyday, day after day, all the same.

Confided in my boyfriend and talked all day

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

All i ever wanted was to pick apart the day

And we got history, let's repeat it the right way

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

I'll murder all you mothafuckas any day!