This is a song about "Friday night"

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

I ran to the store streaking speaking its friday

My bars are like a store on black friday

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

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

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Friday night heavy i'm ready in the darkness

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Ridin down the highway on a friday

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

But i spent a bit on friday, in the night i hang with donald

Doing every day things, at night

It sends her on a trip so right