This is a song about "All days of the week"

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

A hazy glimpse of what's to come in the ensuing days/

Cuz i wanna keep the heck off the cover of the national news week,

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

For a better life so i can have the brighter of days,

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

I'd stay at grans house as my parents worked at the shop all week

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

The days of our adventure

God has blessed her, prada dresser

Blaze the weed, and burn a week of miseries.

I'm everything that they call nice

A week, while the rest of the time you’re in a fucking daze

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

All of my days are spent

Hold up yea we the best