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

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

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

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

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

I remember,yah, it was saturday

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

Look it something they can't ever see

I remember. yah, it was saturday

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

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade