This is a song about "Every saturday"

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

Every rhyme has improvisation every time

What them tippers don't see

If i bomb on saturday

That saturday night when you kissed my heart

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Outer space every hour, every hour we blacks get devoured,

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Man saturday mornings was the best

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Killing every sentence, and im slaying every syllable

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Im destroying every race every gender from here to new lender,

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

Pray every sunday, go to work every monday/