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

The drug life, a hard life, no wife

Bring the battering ram where you live

Then going on a drug binge

This a roaster, bitch

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

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

I go to church every saturday

Look it something they can't ever see

I remember. yah, it was saturday

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

Her love is like a drug

2am on a sunday night

Halfback toss to right