This is a song about "They call me miss kay and i love my weed day to day"

Everyday i miss her, and one day i might consider,

Eyes super clear, you looking in the mirror

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

And i'm relieved to say that i know one day

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

But dat shit aint true, i love a rainy day.

I still struggle to try and be happy, every damn day,

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

And people day to day dealing with me, feeling with me,

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

When you see the instant replay

I believe you smoked weed this day

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried

They talk to me saying all i should do is kill,have sex and smoke weed

And all of that was okay

It's my day fuck they pay