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

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

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

I'm a over drug abusing survivor, within glance

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

Her love is like a drug

Some niggas ain't got no luck

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Or maybe even a drug dealer

I can see it clear as summer sun on a saturday

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Plottin' don’t even worry

If i bomb on saturday

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

Sunlife stadium, smoke on my home field

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I remember,yah, it was saturday