This is a song about "Freak of the week"

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

I like listening to music in the week.

Your next on the list, please don't freak out and piss...

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

Fresh outta school but only for the week,

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Outsold the sell outs, freak the hell out

Second week of june decided your weakness, fools

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

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

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

My bitch a lady but a freak in the sheets,

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

A week, while the rest of the time you’re in a fucking daze