This is a song about "Friday wit ice cube"

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

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

And had a good black friday

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

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

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Let the mack speak if he's out on friday

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I ran to the store streaking speaking its friday

Becoming someone you don't recognize

I'm so cold, yo i'm frozen "ice"