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

And you know my drift

I aint a drug addict

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

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

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

Its my own drug begging never to unplug for the night

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Or maybe even a drug dealer

So i clap for her, she deserves an applause

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

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

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

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

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