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

Or maybe even a drug dealer

You know...you know who you are

Well rick james, maury jane

Like a drug it induces the pain

Dc cabs got my pops alright

2am on a sunday night

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

I'm a over drug abusing survivor, within glance

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

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

It's a battlejust for tha big money

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

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

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

Sunlife stadium, smoke on my home field

I’m a fiend not a drug fiend but a dough fiend