This is a song about "Friday night"

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

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

Spot tv ona late night

Don't worry just done get inside

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Smoking all this weed shit feels like a friday

Girl i don’t want to rush tonight

Every day and night

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

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