This is a song about "Girls weekend"

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

I get jelous when your with other girls

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

Girl, why you think i'm cheatin'? it's like this every weekend

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Rich girls don't even look at girls that was the notion

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

Cassidy your different from other girls

Every weekend going to airports and train stations

But i ain't had none in a while i need your aspirations

And i understand you feel weekend and beaten

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Going hard on the weekend with parties and friends