This is a song about "Black friday"

To their backs and attract the black on black

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

If friday ain't the thirteenth, it's still gonna be murder scene

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

My bars are like a store on black friday

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I ran to the store streaking speaking its friday

While i freakin' spit black

Ain't even tryna hold back

I promise i'mma call you back

Who happens to be black

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Straight to the highway man, it's freaky friday