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

Of that trade off, my dicks a plane bout to take off

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

I remember,yah, it was saturday

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

Not a drug dealer, a pharmaceutical vendor

That's why forever i love seldom and trust never

Or maybe even a drug dealer

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Her love is like a drug

I know you're mad, but so what

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

Its my own drug begging never to unplug for the night

I go to church every saturday

Who trill as me, roll two of tree