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

Loves a drug so whats your prescription?

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

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

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

I remember. yah, it was saturday

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

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

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

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

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

Like live from the chi', it's saturday night

Cause i ain't worriedeyes blurry

I remember,yah, it was saturday