This is a song about "Day s of the week and mounth s"

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

I don't give a fuck what the 80's did

But most times i'm not, i be lifted

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

I told him get his 9 and run

And that´s how it has begun

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess