This is a song about "Friday freesty"

The i fri shit on friday

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Tell her i'll be there friday with her pimp, about to fuck her,

Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and yc like my brother

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

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

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,

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Let the mack speak if he's out on friday

Ain't got nothing in common with niggas with no commas

Friday night heavy i'm ready in the darkness

And had a good black friday

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see