This is a song about "The weekend"

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Huh, a metaphor of course

I be scheming on the weekend just to force that pussy to deepen,

Puttin a bullet in mutherfuckers give me a reason

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

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

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

Going hard on the weekend with parties and friends

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Okay today i was the freshest in my area

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Shawty my bait, she say she never scared

Heads keep bopping not stopping til next weekend

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

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