This is a song about "Friday the 13th"

Smoking all this weed shit feels like a friday

Look it something they can't ever see

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

The i fri shit on friday

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

And had a good black friday

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

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

Alcohol and booty calls

The bigger the the fun

We have nothing in common