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

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Not a drug dealer, a pharmaceutical vendor

Its my own drug begging never to unplug for the night

Niggas is hot when i hit the block, what if i die tonight

I'm a over drug abusing survivor, within glance

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

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

Her love is like a drug

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

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

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

My bitches pure thick

I aint a drug addict