This is a song about "Being alone on a friday night"

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Take a few hits from the bowl, on a friday night i call my niggas and have bring the hoes,

Flapjack, ooh he bring

For going on being

Let the mack speak if he's out on friday

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

Find me on the block being part of a statistic.

You're missed a chance to see me on my stage,on that night of feb,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

On a bad night i'll get a couple threes like stephon curry

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

All alone at night i feel like i am going insane,

I apologize i don't recollect your name

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Remember being on the corner like a fuckin' fiend