This is a song about "Tomorrow is my special day"

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

Curing depression with my pen's special medicine.

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

You were more special than my paper and pen

That it's not fake, and tomorrow instead of drowning in my sorrows i gleam

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Is just the beginning to our special evening

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Of that one special person who would complete my life.

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

My mind is split, i cant go a day without stabbin my wrist

But today is the day.

And my niggas say

This is my story, this is how the cold day went

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent