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

I’m a fiend not a drug fiend but a dough fiend

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Two times, cause a youngin ain't died

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

I can see it clear as summer sun on a saturday

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

I remember,yah, it was saturday

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

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

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

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

That happen to act like a black president

You can't even pull off a drug bust