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

Or maybe even a drug dealer

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Some niggas ain't got no luck

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

Model bitches is on line like "beliebers" on twitter

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

I'm a over drug abusing survivor, within glance

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

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

I remember,yah, it was saturday

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Its my own drug begging never to unplug for the night

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

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