This is a song about "Pussy monday weed"

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Monday in my room again

Said she had nice pussy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Nightmare on any street

Last monday was nuts, i took 3 sluts

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Is written in our souls, africa

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

I’m tryna be low key

I think you're a pussy

Why my life depend on what i'mma do today

Pray every sunday, go to work every monday/