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

I go to church every saturday

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

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

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

"yo it's cool you're a drug dealer too"

No more amore, i refuse to force you

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

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

Not a drug dealer, a pharmaceutical vendor

This what it sound like if i sent my dad a letter

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

At an extremly alarming rate

Like a drug it induces the pain

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see