This is a song about "Ski week"

Every week nosy cunts reading a magazine

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Planned nothing for the week ahead

So if i do call it's just a check

We can't catch the beat

Three lunch boxes a week,

Just this week , there's been a wreck,

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

So i could go help the babyshe could barely speak

I have to say r.i.p because, i'll see you again next week.

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

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

And if any body asks im away for the week

Figures thousands in week

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap