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

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

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

Like a drug it induces the pain

Parking lot of the blue flame

Loves a drug so whats your prescription?

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I remember. yah, it was saturday

Not a drug dealer, a pharmaceutical vendor

This what it sound like if i sent my dad a letter

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

I remember,yah, it was saturday

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

"yo it's cool you're a drug dealer too"