This is a song about "Poping every day"

Every day we multiply,

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

That's why i shed light on the dark i come form

Every day, a star is born,

Every day, a star is born,

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

Every day a reminder to some

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way

You bow down to me every day

Doing every day things, at night

Pussy and patron make you feel alright

Im looking better every day but every day he looking gay

Am i clear to you?picture me rollin' nigga, legitfree like o.j. all day

Every dog has it's day

But i - somehow, some way