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

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

You can't even pull off a drug bust

Take her back to where i live

The drug life, a hard life, no wife

Not a drug dealer, a pharmaceutical vendor

And my nigga bam bam, he ready for whatever

And there's little to be glad for

Or maybe even a drug dealer

Why we gotta fight

2am on a sunday night

I remember,yah, it was saturday

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

I’m a fiend not a drug fiend but a dough fiend

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Her love is like a drug