This is a song about "That weekend"

I would party every weekend till i lose myself

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

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

That i forgot,that i needed

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Top dropped down, black on black

What's that gap in that strap

I'm gettin blitzed and i reminsce on all the times we shared

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

Weekend parties go quick no bluff,out of time it tends to suck

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Take her back to where i live

That magic, that vanish

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

Heads keep bopping not stopping til next weekend