This is a song about "Sketchbook friday"

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

Friday night heavy i'm ready in the darkness

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

My bars are like a store on black friday

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Call me jason, cause opposites act like its friday the 13th, bad for life/

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Tell her i'll be there friday with her pimp, about to fuck her,

Let the mack speak if he's out on friday

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

It is friday i will do shit my way, i will spill hell's rain to day, feel the pain

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine