This is a song about "Friday wit ice cube"

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Literally, crossed that burn you'll need an ice cube

Must be something you want me to see

My bars are like a store on black friday

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

She don't really care about anyone advice

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Fuck the police, ice cube and gangsta rap made me do it,

A plumber with the tools, instead of in a cube

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

And all my niggas is grimy

Let the mack speak if he's out on friday