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

Not a drug dealer, a pharmaceutical vendor

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Pop-pop, hit a mini mug

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

Or maybe even a drug dealer

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

State flow hard dick

I aint a drug addict

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

I go to church every saturday

Shout out to sha money, signed me in a hurry

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

I can see it clear as summer sun on a saturday

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