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

You can't even pull off a drug bust

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

At your best you might

2am on a sunday night

Look, we gone have some fun tonight

Like live from the chi', it's saturday night

My niggas fly niggas, this is jet life

The drug life, a hard life, no wife

2 girls 1 cup

Her love is like a drug

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I can see it clear as summer sun on a saturday

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

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