This is a song about "Its the weekend let s get it"

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

This is like love, that you can never get

Everything must get its own spin to it

While your just pathetic, but dont let it get to you, better

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

Now get up out the store 'fore the g's let it spray

Ma want me to go find a wife

It´s the battle of life

I'll teach you how to take it slow

But its time to let the renaissance go,

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

If i have to do it for him to get the message let it be

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly