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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

I can see it clear as summer sun on a saturday

But got comma’s in my statement

You can't even pull off a drug bust

But i gotta make sure i’m right

2am on a sunday night

All this icin i'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain

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

Thus contributing to ongoing credit

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

To impress a chick

I aint a drug addict

The drug life, a hard life, no wife

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

I go to church every saturday

You a lady boss, now you fly free