This is a song about "7 days a week"

Hold up, wait a minute, all good just a week ago

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

Out in a week cuz they snitchin and they sing

Light skinned women, all sex everything

It leaves a nigga thinking for a week in.

Better or worse, the center of attention

Every week nosy cunts reading a magazine

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

Not a week goes by without a fight

I'm looking like a zombie, haven't slept in a whole week

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Cold days without a jacket

Foolish, i be on that new shit

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

It was normal, just for a few days