This is a song about "Salad days"

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Just remember that there's brighter days

I've met depression on numerous days

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Days of kings, they been gone

I get slight work like big sean

Another magic spectacle, illusions for days,

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

We had some super duper days

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

The feeling will only last for days

And i got them gold bottles, first place

But i'm not in the first place

Because they weak, like seven days.

Saying they this and that

Better then ceaser salad.