This is a song about "Friday school"

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

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

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Smoking all this weed shit feels like a friday

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

Do you need to go back to school?

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Straight to the highway man, it's freaky friday

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

But now i'm in high school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Friday night heavy i'm ready in the darkness

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus