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

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker

I remember. yah, it was saturday

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

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

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

That saturday night when you kissed my heart

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

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

Me and my dogs we on the same flight

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