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

You can't even pull off a drug bust

Knees dug deep into the pavement

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Or maybe even a drug dealer

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

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

"yo it's cool you're a drug dealer too"

I call em up, they might fall through

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

That saturday night when you kissed my heart

Then going on a drug binge

D.c. all up in this bitch

Focus let me show you the light

2am on a sunday night

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

Oh what a cold world for a broke nigga--it's bitter