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

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

I remember. yah, it was saturday

You a lady boss, now you fly free

I can see it clear as summer sun on a saturday

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

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

I go to church every saturday

I'm kobe in an orange jersey

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

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

Like a drug it induces the pain

Then i wait for them days to turn good again