This is a song about "Friday freesty"

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Smoking all this weed shit feels like a friday

I ran to the store streaking speaking its friday

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Let the mack speak if he's out on friday

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

Straight to the highway man, it's freaky friday

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Friday with some ace of spades side ways drunk in love