This is a song about "Friday night clubbing"

Grab your nighty night, nighty night, night bear

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Friday night heavy i'm ready in the darkness

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

My bars are like a store on black friday

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

My uncle pulled me to the side

Crying myself to sleep every night,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And had a good black friday