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

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

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

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

If i bomb on saturday

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

Im washin off another plate

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

The drug life, a hard life, no wife

Then going on a drug binge

Eat a dick nigga, bitch