This is a song about "That weekend"

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

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

What's that gap in that strap

Whether teddy or pat

Shawty my bait, she say she never scared

Heads keep bopping not stopping til next weekend

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

Crew at my house and we party every weekend so

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Snort that coke that looks like a kleenex

Busy of that shine, sniffin off that line

I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time

So the next time you feel like your world's about to end

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

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

But that's only just the weekend beginning