This is a song about "It s almost wednesday which is the day joey sucks his dads dick"

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

I'll suck his dick then skip to the kitchen, spit it in your nasty face

The bus is his raps which anyone can beat

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

Instead of livin sad in jail i coulda died free and happyand my cellmate's raped on the norm

February seventh is the day i was born but it is also a day that rappers mourn

Sickly my dick is big and weighty which had your sister tortured

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

This is what - your style? yeah, well it sucks

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Which is the core for jealousy which lies beneath

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

Risking his life for oil, which is nothing to die for