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

I remember,yah, it was saturday

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

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

You can't even pull off a drug bust

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,

Her love is like a drug

Car with no limit what

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

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

Like a drug it induces the pain

Balling, but it’s not a game

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

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby