This is a song about "Friday night"

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight

Doing every day things, at night

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

I ran to the store streaking speaking its friday

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Let the mack speak if he's out on friday

Must be something you want me to see

My bars are like a store on black friday

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

As your family dies, and my family rise

Ridin down the highway on a friday

But respect is more real, and ambition the key