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

You can't even pull off a drug bust

This how i hear it different

Her love is like a drug

That shit was wack as fuck

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

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

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

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

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

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood

I go to church every saturday

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,