This is a song about "On a tuesday"

Stack a gang of bricks racks on racks get our grind on

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Fuck that now trying get the money

Got a bounty on me

Got defence up on a list

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Livin on a yacht yeah maritime

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

Then going on a drug binge

Man but this ain't no sign language

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

The dead society of a poet

Come on just "take a hit"/

Put a eighth on lay away

So, they hate and they say