This is a song about "The next day"

The next day i chilled at a friend's house party and he played ny state of mind

I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

Wake up high, do it over again the next day

U should take a day off nigga....better luck next time!!!

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

And wait till the next day for the cycle to repeat.

I just make a mess, next day, i've got the same regrets,

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music

The next day she found out that her brother is very sick,

The very next day i see her with another brother/damn i starting rushing to her

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

He came back the next day and became the next osama,