This is a song about "Friday the thirteenth"

Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness

Friday with some ace of spades side ways drunk in love

I bring the heat like the

Thug for life nigga

You a lady boss, now you fly free

The i fri shit on friday

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

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

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

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

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Straight to the highway man, it's freaky friday

Me i never call em back, she said that y’all go together

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