This is a song about "The struggles of an every day worker"

And all of that was okay

Every dog has it's day

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

Every rhyme that i rap is a signal of an expert

Like wolverine stepson attacking a deadly weapon

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

Every day bustin' rhymes, steady increase the static,

Though with the struggles and the troubles, the culture crumbled

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Every day is exactly the same,

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

Every day no matter what i do all the