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

Of that trade off, my dicks a plane bout to take off

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

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

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

And that i spent the night with her

Or maybe even a drug dealer

I remember. yah, it was saturday

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

I'm a over drug abusing survivor, within glance

And you know my drift

I aint a drug addict