This is a song about "10 15 saturday night"

We hang at school and chat every night

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

The woods are dark and its a cold, cold night,

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Because of all the drink i had i can't remember last night

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

Like live from the chi', it's saturday night

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

Crying myself to sleep every night,

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

That saturday night when you kissed my heart

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

If i bomb on saturday

Come on this journey

And i could tell you everything that night

Always strap so i was alright