This is a song about "Friday the thirteenth"

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Call me jason, cause opposites act like its friday the 13th, bad for life/

You made me wanna

I bring the heat like the

Ridin down the highway on a friday

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

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

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Smoking all this weed shit feels like a friday

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

Rock them bitches once then forgot about ‘em forever

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air