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

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

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

A working genius, a work of art

That saturday night when you kissed my heart

The drug life, a hard life, no wife

And when i start to rise

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

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

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

Then going on a drug binge

Nas told me life's a bitch

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

I'm a over drug abusing survivor, within glance