This is a song about "Friday night clubbing"

I ran to the store streaking speaking its friday

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

Grab your nighty night, nighty night, night bear

A life where we don't need no welfare

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

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Ridin down the highway on a friday

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

If you wondered what i do at night night night

Crying myself to sleep every night,

I'm feeling like things gon' be alright