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

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

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

I can see it clear as summer sun on a saturday

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

I'm a over drug abusing survivor, within glance

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

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

I go to church every saturday

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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

I had a long day and i really wanna fuck

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade