This is a song about "Friday the 13th"

I bring the heat like the

You're fucking with me, nigga

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

I ran to the store streaking speaking its friday

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

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Smoking all this weed shit feels like a friday

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Straight to the highway man, it's freaky friday