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

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

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

You can't even pull off a drug bust

Fuck you if you feelin' different

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

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

I'm a over drug abusing survivor, within glance

But five years from now i bet she see

If i bomb on saturday

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

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

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

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight