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

I'll beat you any day of the week with rhymes, comebacks, and shit i proclaim.

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

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

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

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

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

24's on that escalade and ya' chick in the back, gettin' laid,

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

Shout out to sha money, signed me in a hurry