This is a song about "Friday the thirteenth"

You made me wanna

I bring the heat like the

I ran to the store streaking speaking its friday

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Ridin down the highway on a friday

On they twitter writing novels, see

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

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

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

The i fri shit on friday

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

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

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

And all that deep shit i was previously down for