This is a song about "Smoking week"

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

Just this week , there's been a wreck,

My god come before this bread

Planned nothing for the week ahead

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

I like listening to music in the week.

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

Writing verses can be a freestyle or something written in a week

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

Then during the next week or two

Cos he hasn't seen his dad in a goddamned week

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

We been down for too long but that's alright

Not a week goes by without a fight

Fresh outta school but only for the week,

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep