This is a song about "That weekend"

Going hard on the weekend with parties and friends

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Snort that coke that looks like a kleenex

That i forgot,that i needed

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Hella intelligent that

When that money calls i holla back

When love comes callin', don’t love back

So use that black eye to remember that,

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

That shit that you be spittin son, you never should've wrote that

That magic, that vanish

They are the coaches in this