This is a song about "Party next week"

But make sure if they do see

Fuck niggas that dont party

Seein' dreams in they sleep

Three lunch boxes a week,

Figures thousands in week

Swear i will murk any beat

I'm going back to cali

So i went out to party

If you just came here to party,

Your dream movie? i'm the clearest copy

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

Keep going 'til next week this ain't ever gon' end

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

I have to say r.i.p because, i'll see you again next week.

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way

Move to the next week, you're out of words to say.