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

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Like a drug it induces the pain

And not a single feature except lil wayne

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

I remember. yah, it was saturday

Under 25, living the fuckin life

The drug life, a hard life, no wife

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

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

Sunlife stadium, smoke on my home field

She like nigga yeah right

2am on a sunday night

I can see it clear as summer sun on a saturday

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free