This is a song about "Ski week"

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Fresh outta school but only for the week,

Baby father bullshittin', you two don't even speak

I'd stay at grans house as my parents worked at the shop all week

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Second week of june decided your weakness, fools

Three lunch boxes a week,

Now it's time to eat

Knees week, arms are sturdy

Plottin' don’t even worry

I respect that you don't know yet

Just this week , there's been a wreck,

I ski on your niggas, now the zombies awaken

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Yeah, i won the rhyme lottery, it's just another week

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat