This is a song about "The weekend rave"

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

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

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Going hard on the weekend with parties and friends

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Go get the money out the safe

Drugs are what i crave, find em at a rave.

I know what you did last weekend!

Shawty my bait, she say she never scared

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

Heads keep bopping not stopping til next weekend

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

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