This is a song about "Party like it s our last day"

It almost seems like last night shit was going my way

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

Girls fast how jamaicans run

And that´s how it has begun

Without a nice pair of titties i would probably last a day,

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

She hopes that happy-feeling can last her through out the day

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

I go through each day like it's my last, i've done wrong but that's in my past.

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

No it's not our time, you saw my last rhyme

Went and bought two sixty twos, at the same damn time

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

This party will make the neighbors lose it!

We hustle to survive

It´s the battle of life