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

You say you trappin and you never even sold a drug,

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

The drug life, a hard life, no wife

My niggas fly niggas, this is jet life

2am on a sunday night

Cause i feel its right

I’m picking through the crowd tryna see a little clearer

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

Of that trade off, my dicks a plane bout to take off

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Not a drug dealer, a pharmaceutical vendor

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

I can see it clear as summer sun on a saturday