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

Sunlife stadium, smoke on my home field

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

You can't even pull off a drug bust

If you feel it, it must be real just

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

2am on a sunday night

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

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

Her love is like a drug

Car with no limit what

She might be goin' home with me tonight

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

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

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

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again