This is a song about "Saturday party"

If i bomb on saturday

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Cause im here throwing the party

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Man saturday mornings was the best

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Makes for a hell of party

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

I can see it clear as summer sun on a saturday

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

Like live from the chi', it's saturday night

Uh oh we gotta go to another party so can party some mo

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

Toast, toast to the party!

Oops, i'm so sorry