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

I remember,yah, it was saturday

Look it something they can't ever see

2am on a sunday night

Cause i feel its right

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

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

Or maybe even a drug dealer

The ice ain't really nothing to her

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

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Like a drug it induces the pain

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

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

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

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit