This is a song about "Smoking week"

Know just what your worth

Smoking sticky fixtures

Just this week , there's been a wreck,

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

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

Check this out homie my parents are gone for the week

I like listening to music in the week.

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

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

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

I'm looking like a zombie, haven't slept in a whole week

Second week of june decided your weakness, fools

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Three lunch boxes a week,

Cause they right down the street