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

Sky high, iced out paradise

The drug life, a hard life, no wife

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

I can see it clear as summer sun on a saturday

Trying to catch me riding dirty

I remember. yah, it was saturday

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

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

It's late and you stuck in my basement

You can't even pull off a drug bust

Third ward general, young cash money

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

Let em marinate, you forever late

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/

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane