This is a song about "Days of the week"

Planned nothing for the week ahead

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

They call me the god of night and the king of days

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

I can't stand the idiotic ideas of peoples these days

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

Never had fights even on the coldest of days

She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix inso... now i lay me down to sleep

Alright that shit i know was weak, but by the end of the week, youll become a freak,

A week, while the rest of the time you’re in a fucking daze

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

The days of our adventure

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

A bunch of senseless bullshit, we don't get days on the beach,

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech