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

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

That saturday night when you kissed my heart

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

I'm a over drug abusing survivor, within glance

If i bomb on saturday

I'm cold on the cold turkey

I aint a drug addict

Baby am i slick

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

You can't even pull off a drug bust

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

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

What could you do ?if it was up to you

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

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast