This is a song about "Friday the thirteenth"

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Smoking all this weed shit feels like a friday

Coroners comfort your mama

I bring the heat like the

My bars are like a store on black friday

But five years from now i bet she see

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Straight to the highway man, it's freaky friday

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

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

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

But i spent a bit on friday, in the night i hang with donald