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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

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

Sunlife stadium, smoke on my home field

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

You can't even pull off a drug bust

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

What could you do ?if it was up to you

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

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

I aint a drug addict

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

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

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

I go to church every saturday

Let me rideuntil i get free