This is a song about "Friday"

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Take a few hits from the bowl, on a friday night i call my niggas and have bring the hoes,

Smoking all this weed shit feels like a friday

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

I ran to the store streaking speaking its friday

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

And had a good black friday

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

If friday ain't the thirteenth, it's still gonna be murder scene

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

But i spent a bit on friday, in the night i hang with donald

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

It is friday i will do shit my way, i will spill hell's rain to day, feel the pain