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

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

2am on a sunday night

Walk blind into a line or fight

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

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

Like a drug it induces the pain

Balling, but it’s not a game

I remember. yah, it was saturday

You a lady boss, now you fly free

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

You can't even pull off a drug bust

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

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck