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

Its my own drug begging never to unplug for the night

But this card i'm trickin' with got no limit right

Loves a drug so whats your prescription?

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

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

Her love is like a drug

Bitches is artificially duck

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

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

We both teenagers with the same mind state

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

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

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