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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

You say you trappin and you never even sold a drug,

Eat a dick nigga, bitch

Then going on a drug binge

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

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

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

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Or maybe even a drug dealer

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Loves a drug so whats your prescription?

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Its my own drug begging never to unplug for the night

I just think i need one night, slightly more if it's done right