This is a song about "Same day"

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

Same clothes for days, same spot for months

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

Everyone else's thinking becomes the same.

Just a white boy, i know it sounds coy.

Same white guy, same boy, boy!

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

Noting is different eeryting te same

The mundane acts of day to day without her just aren't the same.

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

When they would be the same with a day in my shoes,

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

But they both taste the same

Trying to renovate the game

Call the crib, same number same hood

Smoke ? you know it taste good