This is a song about "7 daysba week"

Planned nothing for the week ahead

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

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

Indubitably i'm too street

Fresh outta school but only for the week,

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

Writing verses can be a freestyle or something written in a week

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Every week nosy cunts reading a magazine

And if any body asks im away for the week

If you a freak, i can take you to your peak

Then during the next week or two

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

Second week of june decided your weakness, fools