This is a song about "Last friday night"

Tell her thanks fuh last night for that good bang

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

It almost seems like last night shit was going my way

And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay

I suffocated the little motherfucking punk last night.

I just think i need one night, slightly more if it's done right

Take a few hits from the bowl, on a friday night i call my niggas and have bring the hoes,

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I fucked your mom last night and her titties i felt

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Because of all the drink i had i can't remember last night

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side

From last night on the tour bus

A lovely outer surface