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

You can't even pull off a drug bust

I ain't trying to be ignorant

I'm a over drug abusing survivor, within glance

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Not a drug dealer, a pharmaceutical vendor

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

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

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

The drug life, a hard life, no wife

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

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

That saturday night when you kissed my heart

This for my niggas that really rap hard