This is a song about "Saturday 12 o clock"

It's bedtime night night, im never phased i will have your style on the six o clock news

This smooth groove is soothing n' abusin' the clues used, improving your crude views

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Then ima trouble you, i spit a killer f-l-o-w

Smoking on that quarter o jay, pop a blotter

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Man saturday mornings was the best

Half your body laying on my chest

Rested in peace wearing his uniform eya-eya o

I get it poppin like pacman, ask polo

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Cu forta te rog nu o mai trage asa