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

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

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

Of that trade off, my dicks a plane bout to take off

But it's still cool just to dream man because

They say nothings ever free

If i bomb on saturday

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

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

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

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

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Like a drug it induces the pain

I remember. yah, it was saturday

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