This is a song about "On a wednesday"

Then put a stamp on a goddamn tramp

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

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

78. sick rapper on a beat,

The drug that they brain need

Few chips, i get out n' spray

Put a eighth on lay away

Then going on a drug binge

Now you speaking my language

And get on a flight today

Yeah ain't that what the song say

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Raw, like a hard on wit no condom on