This is a song about "Sha day"

Gangstas dying from day to day

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

As: other plans got in the way

Ruins every day

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

I can't keep running away

Drug dealers til this day,

Okay, fucking with me nigga no way

Missing you but taking it day by day

Just sayin, super saiyan, day in day out

I don't know what you heard about

Just to go to liv on a sunday

Just get paid, just another day