This is a song about "Pussy monday weed"

Me and my peeps often meet

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Kitty cornered now you're hissing pussy

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

I look like a freakin' wuss, a pussy

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

I scroll through the guide without a monday morning frown

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

Last monday was nuts, i took 3 sluts

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Pray every sunday, go to work every monday/

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away

Monday in my room again

I got 800 invisible men