This is a song about "Trapin all day"

And i can't even look the other way

So imma chase money all day

Cos kids gonna bump to my mixtape all day

Something mean, look exactly just like the song say

All the way to day 1, blank canvas

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

I'm getting provinces all day, that's my prerogative

She can't know where my mother stay

They smoke there blunts all day....

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

All i ever wanted was to pick apart the day

Yeah ain't that what the song say

Count doughwork hard all day ever day