This is a song about "Stpatricks day"

Few chips, i get out n' spray

Live, and die, on this day,

So, they hate and they say

Cuz i never go a day

Just get paid, just another day

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Missing you but taking it day by day

I'm hopped up on it, it won't go away

I’m tested every day

We've gon so far astray

Logging on for the day

Got problems, what? i can't say

And all of that was okay

If your having a bad day

So imma chase money all day

I can't keep running away