This is a song about "Partying till monday"

This is the truth partying so hard that smoke comes out from the roof

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

Foundation till i built my house

Start beef bigger then your spouse

And we don't know no right from wrong

Keep shrinking y'all till your gone!

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

Rappin till im dead, maybe till i feel kind of alive

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Till i colapse, i spit rhymes till i drop

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Spewing messages till

Last monday was nuts, i took 3 sluts

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

I scroll through the guide without a monday morning frown

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around