This is a song about "Smoke week"

Just this week , there's been a wreck,

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

Fresh outta school but only for the week,

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Every other week im in the station

Figures thousands in week

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Ya beggin for a smoke

My balance be so tight rope

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

Second week of june decided your weakness, fools

If i ever bleed dmv you can hear it when i speak

And if any body asks im away for the week

Knees week, arms are sturdy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free