This is a song about "Finals week"

Fresh outta school but only for the week,

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Fuk it right here right now or even next week

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

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

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Just for my sanity baby right now you need to speak

And if any body asks im away for the week

The finals like the spurs,as miami likes to stir,

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Nigga tryna sell give him a week

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

Writing verses can be a freestyle or something written in a week

You a contender for what drag queen of the week

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep