This is a song about "A saturday night drug trade"

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Not a drug dealer, a pharmaceutical vendor

I go to church every saturday

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

That saturday night when you kissed my heart

Like a small garage in your backyard

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

It's saturday night/ i wan't back in the fight/ i wan't back in the game/

I remember. yah, it was saturday

Trying to catch me riding dirty

I can see it clear as summer sun on a saturday

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate