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

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

I remember. yah, it was saturday

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

On they twitter writing novels, see

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

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

The drug life, a hard life, no wife

Only out a year, now facing life

I can see it clear as summer sun on a saturday

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Throw d's on that bitch

Then going on a drug binge

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

Like live from the chi', it's saturday night