This is a song about "Friday wit ice cube"

I just want somebody i can see

Ridin down the highway on a friday

Smoking all this weed shit feels like a friday

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

And all women who had light features, see

Let the mack speak if he's out on friday

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

It just won't happen, sitting in a cube

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

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

N.w.a, cube, hey, doc, ren, yella, eazy, thank you, they got slim

Can you blame her? hundred dollars for them bitches wann’t a option