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

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

I can see it clear as summer sun on a saturday

I go to church every saturday

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

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

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

Growin up all i wanted was a father figure

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

What could you do ?if it was up to you

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

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Of that trade off, my dicks a plane bout to take off

The drug life, a hard life, no wife

I used to have a nine to five