This is a song about "English week"

Figures thousands in week

I pray the lord my guns to keep

I said i got my ass beat

Sniffing cocaine 7 days a week,

I hated school till i realised english had poetry,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

I like listening to music in the week.

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

But my junior year english teacher portrayed

His english was slurred so i didn't understand him fully.

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Cutting me this worthless check

Planned nothing for the week ahead

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Check this out homie my parents are gone for the week