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

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

You can't even pull off a drug bust

That happen to act like a black president

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Trip, and then you never snitch

Then going on a drug binge

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

The drug life, a hard life, no wife

I remember. yah, it was saturday

Trying to catch me riding dirty