This is a song about "Spending all day"

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Fuck all slobs kill them with a knife bk all day every day crip life

Spending all my money on lids

I be giving work to the kids

If you out there let me hear you say

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

And shits not perfect but at least i'm not spending all of my time on bridges

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

But more importantly taught me to pray

So imma chase money all day

You gotta go all day for that gold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Stealing shit all day it ain't right either

In the jungle, i planned on the keeper