This is a song about "Days of the week"

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

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

Never had fights even on the coldest of days

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Blaze the weed, and burn a week of miseries.

What transpires since the day the seeds were plantedthe g grew but we knew we'd have a clique

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

Gangsta rap and the days of the trash junkies,

So i'm chasing the dreams, no realities

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

Remember the days of chan-man and the skeeter man

For a better life so i can have the brighter of days,

The marathon of this game always changes in pace