This is a song about "Friday the 13th"

The bigger the the fun

We have nothing in common

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

I bring the heat like the

Coroners comfort your mama

Friday night heavy i'm ready in the darkness

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

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Be financially stable or busting tables for paper

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

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

When her father would beat her and her brother like he had an unquenchable thirst