This is a song about "That weekend"

Super size future conversations be like hella high dropping beats no retreat sweeten up the weekend

I couldn't let my adversaries worry meand every single day it's a test, wear a bulletproof vest

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

Girl, why you think i'm cheatin'? it's like this every weekend

Every weekend going to airports and train stations

But i ain't had none in a while i need your aspirations

Snort that coke that looks like a kleenex

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

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Seeking reasons for weekend demons

Busy of that shine, sniffin off that line

Let me put my funk on this one time

Going hard on the weekend with parties and friends

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

After that, she say

That reminds me of that day