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

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

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

Teach you how to rope a chick

I aint a drug addict

Her love is like a drug

Without your love it's cold as fuck

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

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,

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

Throw up your motherfuckin middle finger

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

If i bomb on saturday

On they twitter writing novels, see

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

You can't even pull off a drug bust