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

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

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

You can't even pull off a drug bust

And get caught, in the moment

I aint a drug addict

You just do your thing chick

I can see it clear as summer sun on a saturday

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

The drug life, a hard life, no wife

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

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

I remember,yah, it was saturday

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

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

I'm a over drug abusing survivor, within glance