This is a song about "Were day boys at"

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

The game wit a field goal our coach said good job boys u were on a roll

Doing every day things, at night

Killa never let the drama slide

Boys were mean to him and swore at him and made him want to vomit

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

I can smell it when i go outside

Doing every day things, at night

At first i thought you were cool

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school

Take each day at a time,

She prefer the dutty wine

They slowly showin they colors

For sure, you were made special at birth.