This is a song about "Happy weekend"

I have sins so my pants never had lent

Doing nothing over the weekend

Heads keep bopping not stopping til next weekend

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Weekend parties go quick no bluff,out of time it tends to suck

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

Going hard on the weekend with parties and friends

To cali, to cali

Daddy i'm good i'm now happy.

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Every weekend going to airports and train stations

Dad and be happy/ a happy me was forbidden to be/ instead

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head