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

Then going on a drug binge

Coming back with this shit bitch

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

Young money motherfucker we the shit

Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday

I can see it clear as summer sun on a saturday

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

Get ready to ignite

2am on a sunday night

Like a drug it induces the pain

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

I remember. yah, it was saturday

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty