This is a song about "Friday night clubbing"

Grab your nighty night, nighty night, night bear

You got a baby boy or girl in there

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

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

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

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

The i fri shit on friday

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

When the present so powerful where the hour seem longer

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