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

I can see it clear as summer sun on a saturday

Okay lamborghini mercy, yo chick, she so thirsty

I'm in love with a lady who crazy

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

Like a drug it induces the pain

But now invisible cells around your brain

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

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

And i got a little big, keep it low key

I remember. yah, it was saturday

They sendin' beats for a fuckin' feature

Or maybe even a drug dealer

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Not a drug dealer, a pharmaceutical vendor

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

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