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

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

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

But it's still cool just to dream man because

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

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

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

Can't pop fly, i get my socks tied

2am on a sunday night

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

Pop-pop, hit a mini mug

Her love is like a drug

Not a drug dealer, a pharmaceutical vendor

So she just sit while settling for the lesser

I go to church every saturday

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see