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

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

Then going on a drug binge

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

If i bomb on saturday

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

You can't even pull off a drug bust

But got comma’s in my statement

Its my own drug begging never to unplug for the night

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

And i got a little big, keep it low key

I go to church every saturday

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

I remember. yah, it was saturday

2am on a sunday night

Take her on a long ride