This is a song about "But one weeks pasted"

I'll be dead in a few weeks

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

I've had so many maladies- been sick to death for weeks

In jail every 2 weeks/

And she throws up whatever she eats

But i am the only one bright enough

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Freaks mangled, steel shackles in confinement for weeks

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

But that to no-one he'll confess

I've been dragging on, keeping up, for a span of #two #weeks,

Ambitious girl, you just wanna win, and you'd rather chase your dreams

Before my time pasted on

My sim card's the bomb