This is a song about "The days of the week"

A week, while the rest of the time you’re in a fucking daze

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

Fresh outta school but only for the week,

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Sniffing cocaine 7 days a week,

From the back seat, back seat

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried

Cuz i wanna keep the heck off the cover of the national news week,

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Planned nothing for the week ahead

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Blaze the weed, and burn a week of miseries.

I can't stand the idiotic ideas of peoples these days

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

A hazy glimpse of what's to come in the ensuing days/

She don't even need a job, got one anyways