This is a song about "Finals week"

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Second week of june decided your weakness, fools

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

I'ld probably buy an #ounce of #weed and get #high for a #week

Every week nosy cunts reading a magazine

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

Figures thousands in week

I need to beat

Just this week , there's been a wreck,

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Knees week, arms are sturdy

Let me rideuntil i get free

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

Yeah, i won the rhyme lottery, it's just another week

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

Nigga tryna sell give him a week