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

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

I'm a over drug abusing survivor, within glance

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

I remember. yah, it was saturday

I plead with em, the system ain't right

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

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

The proverbial lemonade that i made

If you feel it, it must be real just

You can't even pull off a drug bust

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

I know you're mad, but so what

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

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