This is a song about "1 week"

I said ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

Fuk it right here right now or even next week

Admire your style and your physique

Nigga tryna sell give him a week

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

Sniffing cocaine 7 days a week,

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

I like listening to music in the week.

1 & 1 doesn't equal crack rock in ya back pocket,

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Figures thousands in week

If he does my soul to keep

Let me have it your rhymes are mine from last week

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep